I ran across these lines today from Barbara Hamby’s poem “Ode
to American English” in Garrison Keillor, Ed., Good Poems for Hard Times (132-133):
the battle cry of the Bible Belt, but no one
uses
the King James anymore,
only the plain-speak versions,
in which Jesus, raising Lazarus from the dead, says,
“Dude, wake up,” and
the L-man bolts up like a B-movie
mummy. “Whoa, I was toasted.” Yes, ma’am,
JTR
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