Revelation 8
And I saw the seven angels
which stood before God:
& to them were given
seven banjos.
Their necks were nickle-
fretted mahogany,
& they were strung
with steel.
Heads like almost-perfect moons
had one clear patch, one sea
where the frailer’s fingers hit,
regular as oars.
Thumbscrews gleamed
on the rims of resonators,
those round holds that once
were ocean-going gourds.
A vine climbed the neck:
inlaid mother-of-pearl
leaf & tendril to distract
any potential Jonah.
And the seven angels
which had the seven banjos
prepared themselves
to sound.
This entry was posted Sunday, December 27th, 2009 at 10:12 am and is filed under Poems & poem-like things and tagged banjo, dreams. 
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The phrase “banjo apocalypse” woke me out of a sound sleep around 6:00, whence the “dreams” tag here.
Hey Dave,
Nice one. Just happened to be listening to Bartok’s string quartets when I read this. Apocalypse, indeed.
Cheers.
Hi Ken! I love the Bartok quartets. I should listen to them again, too.
Love this! I can see future generations quoting from “The Book of Dave” to their flocks.
Lord forbid. But I’m glad you liked it. Those who don’t love banjo music as much as I do might not get a whole lot out of this new series.
I like how I never get over the “Their” in the fifth line, so all applies to angels and banjos alike.
Your two middle stanzas are as pretty as pearl inlay. Wow.
I love the references to the sea in the last four stanzas. The sea comes in dreamlike, as it does in Revelation. The seamen’s aversion to Jonahs is fun. “Sound” pulls it together nicely.
Thanks for the positive feedback, Peter. I’m glad you liked it, because I have a feeling you’ve spent way more time with the book of Revelation than I ever have. Good call on that “their” — the KJV’s “themselves,” borrowed in the last stanza, reinforces that identification of angel with instrument.
Amusing… Judging by the next couple of posts, you seem to be going on a banjo kick.
Yes, I just haven’t thought of a title for the series yet. (Maybe later today.)
I’m LOVING your banjo poetry- what a surprise! Seven lucky angels playing not on harps but on banjos. Makes me want to go to heaven, just about.
Keep up the series- and let’s talk 5-string sometime.
Oh hey, glad you’re liking it! I’m hoping the series continues for a while, but we’ll see. I do love clawhammer banjo (and tolerate that new-fangled Scruggs stuff).