Motown Philly Back Again

This is perhaps one of the most ambitious pieces of poetry of our age.  This has the taste of the future.

Motown Philly Back Again by Harmony Holiday   We're all pagans and shamans and clap your hands     now we won't stop the beat We believe in divine healing and we hate to see that      evening sun go down We know when the sight of our women dressed in white    each ritual night, is touching, hypnotizes The animals blush and split for us as revival, as revealed    to themselves These are triumphant women. Even Sister Fame hiding out in the alley turning tricks    and singing verses from the undid scripture, is touching Thank you jesus, thank you jesus, that you jesus, baby,    is that you, she mutters up high between rocks    and lace---his eagerness---it was all night long Sometimes he'd interrupt a recording session to tell us    about his early Motown days or expand on his views of    Heaven and Hell One time he was saying how important it was to love    one's father. Do you love yours? I asked him Why don't you tell him Why don't you tell your father, he said I will if you do You go first