Foecke

[Spoken]
In the beginning he was a baby just like any other baby
My little son, Foecke
Who would have known that in the beginning
Looking at his tiny unprotected frame
That one day he would grow into the large, granitine form
The primordial eye-of-the-elephant through which
Humanity would send their anger out
Through as many languages as there are languages
Through the primordial eye-of-the-elephant
Out into the universe

A baby like any other baby
A child like any other child
A boy like any other boy
Until about grade three, yeah
And then things began to change
My little Foecke
It began in the schoolyard
Small outrages building up into larger outrages in the childish systems
But these children were too young
To pull down the words that they needed
To send their inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard
Then, in one collective moment, they noticed my son, Foecke
And they nicknamed him Fuck

And so began the story of Fuck
And with each intonation of his nickname
My little son, Foecke, (Fuck)
Generated into a larger more generous being
His muscles became more defined
His eye became stronger and more constant
And his back grew wide like a stairway to heaven
And with every Fuck! that reached his labyrinthine ears
His giantness extended into lumbering
And constancy and tank-like purpose.

And as their childish rage grew into men's rage
They gravitated towards my son, Fuck
Clambering to be lifted up
And have their anger harmlessly sent out into the universe
Through his great primordial eye-of-the-elephant
And Foecke, (Fuck)
That slow-moving son of mine, the gentle giant, obliged them all
He never said no
He allowed their inarticulate rage to be exhumed in his name
Their impotence pressed against
The comfort of his broad and constant back
And as the ever-expanding distortions of wisdom and truth
Triggered even more rage throughout the world
Throughout as many languages that, as there are languages
The word spread like wildfire
Fuck would accept everyone
None would be turned away
All could send out their most important message
Just by calling upon his name
He would only grunt gently as he bent to take you on
People came from far and wide
And they were not necessarily healed
But they were not killed either

In the beginning
There was Foecke