DJ Spinoza
is a mighty wrestler

His angel is a book
He dreams he climbs

lines of print
He shall be a father

of notions
O DJ Spinoza

dandruff speckles
your gaberdine

Your wife squints
as if threading a needle

Behind your house
your children torture a cat

Nations shall cast off your yoke
after murderous convulsions

Your streets shall fill
with confusion of faces

Your synagogues shall convert
to movie theaters and swimming pools

You shall be replaced
with the silicon chip

since you are both so small
and so black