NITE
TIDES
-----------------------
I
Bring the ancient monster
back.
Watch the leviathan
Rape a lamb
And birth a myth;
Or lie with a lion and
Mother a religion:
Teach us the logic
In this monstrous
Promiscuity.
2
Godzilla will
When he comes and shakes
The earth and topples
Our steeples. We never
Feared a nativity as
much as
We loved
your enormity;
So strong as to chide
the ten million gods
In the unsounded deep, in the East,
while you stir the water
And panic our shores.
This every wise man knows, and the brilliant women
Still laugh at us.
3
Modest Medea, just last week,
heard some fool utter the following:
“Intent is motivated by the undercurrents of fascination.”
It’s not Greek nor
was intended to be
(it does not fit their idea of mind), and so, bemused,
She sat under a
volcano waiting for sustenance,
And killed each child
individually;
For supper
Had to be prepared.
But no one was
hungry
Except Tamora,
who loved her
two sons so much that it
Made Medea mad
with jealousy.
4
And there was Hedda
So angered at the
substance within her that a new
Golem, kicking and
screaming, was born by
Parthenogenesis from
her head.
This new remnant, a table set for three, remember?
inspired
many psalms about hypostasis and faith
That are still being sung
today.
Yet it is a dark time
Words have been abbreviated to sustain
The atomic weight of our guilt,
which fits sweetly on the head of a pin
As it should, along with the dancing angels.
This is so as to not
cause pain among the villagers
who have suffered enough.
Silence is
helpful, too, in covering bureaucratic stains
Because
Less is more when
counting lies.
Non nobis, Domine
Composed
in solitude,
Now forms auditory spheres,
Where multitudes dance in the fire,
Until everything breaks forth
in strange eruptions:
Passion
Distemper
This allows gracious idiots, like
me,
To play the final note;
Which lingers
from blood to blood
Successively,
Generation upon
generation
Our birthright, Our empery
Our stardom assured…
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