OUR BEARDS
ON OUR TOES BLUSHING IN FLAMES
WITH THE TREMBLING POETS RINGING THE GLASS BELLS OF MINOS
ETERNAL GAIETIES TORE OUR BEARDSAS THE RAIN BLEW IN OUR FACES
NO GLASS IN OUR WINDOWS
OUR
NAKED BODIES ANOINTED WITH HONEY SQUIRMING IN A WHITE NET SUSPENDEDBETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
EXPECTING THE INDULGENT SPECTACLE OF ALL THE SHE BROTHERS MURMURING HOW CAN WE EXULT?
HOW CAN WE ADMIRE?
HOW CAN WE LAUGH?
HOW CAN WE REJOICE?
LIQUEFYING THE MANY PROUD ONES
IN THE LOWEST ABYSS OF THE DARK JUDGEMENT STINGING SCARING OUR
STRAFED BONES IN THE DRY CANAL
CHRIST AND HIS
WEEPING DANCERS DROPPING
CYPRIAN’S SCOURING HEAD