Kaddish, Part I by Allen Ginsberg

strange
isn’t it to think
of corsets and eye rings
sunny pavements in
Greenwich village
downtown manhattan
i listen
aloud
to the kaddish

i read adonais
triumphant
stanzas

i look at death
in the national
Hebrew Anthem
buddhist book of answers
leaf-strewn
dreams through
me
China
Oblivion
Being in the Dream
sighing
screaming
God
tell me
is there more
to the Seventh Avenue
than tall buildings?

Why does
Newark have so many
shootings?

regretable
radiators
and lackluster
toothache
torture
i offer a prayer
my braintricked
implacable
death let in
i go out
baby
believe
in something
because
the world
is darkness
breaking ribs
and rotted skin

what bone-pain
how
many hitch-hikers
must make
it

tell me magnificence
new york
greyhound
is this mysticism
assassinated
is this cosmos
enumbrated
is
this dumb-hell-bent
inflated
is
this
what life
was meant
to be

tall buildings
built
up
coming down collapsing
the end of days
i think
i’ll take my cheesecake
and
walk a different ways