The New Moses

- for Michael Burns

High up on the mountain, he screams
for a Big Mac, holding an ice pick,
breathing thin air - a lady is a thought

and love was a glass of Chianti; red
roses in a vase. A dream? No, hungry
and lost on an old path - lettuce

and patties of meat - a special sauce
for the back of the throat, he parts
the mountain - the new Moses

wants a Biggie Sized covenant swinging
his pick, an avalanche - a prayer.