The Ten Commandments was on T.V. contending the one
about not coveting thy neighbor’s wife (or daughter or cow)
was the claim of everyone on it all Status quo Jubilee gift
of them all for what was necessary to reproduce again

In the seventh great-grand father’s brick church the commandments
became the iconic remnant as the Holy Virgin Mother long chased out
and even the cross of the Son much less the Son on the Cross itself flew
away out the vanishing point vision up and away until they plunked down
as stone engraving parked at the door of the court house separated from religion
supposedly and at least at birth of the Independence Movement American Experiment.

They proved the Current Age electric flow and like Manifest Destiny
flooded a continent not stopping until the Tennessee Valley Authority
finally lit up the heart of the heartland flat on the floor looking at Edison’s
light bulb Jesus was there looking straight back at the cosmic glow.

Until some maniac free-wheeling accelerated his Pagan sport utility vehicle
through the stone engraved edifice of YOU SHALL HAVE NO GODS BEFORE ME
when me alias AKA the ID is firmly ensconced in the non-existent state
where everything inconsistent with a 6,006 year old universe has been excised
from all official documents written by the finger of God, me thinks the finger, finger
on the button Ten Commandments of God’s Gift adrift on the court house green lawn
and America such a Christian nation quivers full of arrows, teenage brides in hand.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.