the procession passing by
celebrates the hermaphrodite christ’s erection
the caritas of the lonely angels on the stark street corners
the bitter green gods laughing
enkidu playing go with the norns
under the dream arches of our city’s mighty engines
and the dark dreams of mute charon’s
task without end task without thanks
i will form the mudras of holy anticipation
i will sing the songs the sharks sing
i pull the past and future together
fold them neatly like a napkin
or the enola gay of our histories
imagine that the sky is blue again
when we walked barefoot through forest paths
not hierophants of endless production lines
epigones in the tophets of blank offices
when we were suffering like the blind youths of the parthenon
i tunnel back through the past
through the bells and the blindnesses
tasting windjammers and worms and the risen judas
everything is unfinished
everything is
everything
Robert Mapson
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