Preambulum:
New widow’s tears
And the child’s
fears –
Bow low, the
shell of a man now passes.
Without these
walls the world proceeds unaware
The same fate in
time
Shall befall all
her endless teaming masses –
Hurry, speak the
sacred words
And commit to
city soil this flesh and bone;
As it was in the
beginning, as now –
Amen, for surely
we die alone.
Blasphemous
Musing:
Aye, e’re
vigilant he stands
His watch with
unceasing, unyielding eye –
Of all they who
through him passing but once
And irrevocably
for the span of his eternal reach gone,
As the stone
hurled into the froth of the sea,
E’re possessing,
ne’er possessed --
For he giveth,
sustaineth, and wherein
All the was and
the is, and all the ever shall be –
Here and whate’re
is beyond
The
dome of the farthest sky.
What that causeth
of field and flower,
Swain and tender
maiden
To garner the
first blushing bloom,
Though with all
apprehension of verdure is laden
Is just the same
the fountainhead of gath’ring gloom –
Verily without
his madly fleeing crawl
The minstrel’s
pipes would forever
To
moribund silence fall.
Tis his twisted,
bended dance
With his wanton
tactile strumpets three
That doth inspire
less than a grain of sand
To swell,
towering into a tree –
His delicate
caress maketh fledglings
For the first to
invade the air
With the beatings
of misshapen, truncate, virginal wings –
As the twinkling
of his eyes
Maketh monuments
of nations
And ashes out of
kings –
Wise men do thee
acclaim
The final giver
of peace,
And aye this
troubadour casts down his eyes
When he doth mutteringly acquiesce
That all passion is of thee born
And passions with thee must conspire
To grant passion’s flames their inevitable release.
Chronos I feel thee ‘round me
Where e’re I doth wander I feel thee loom –
Chronos of thee let me query
Answer before to me thou bequeathest
doom –
Oh Chronos, why did thou grantest life
No matter how long it may in thee dwellest,
To still be enumerated too brief –
Oh Chronos hear me now, I damn thee,
For thou art a thief.
aml
2001
Whitestone
