The FallRejected by earth and sky - Icarus knew
As wind whistled in that Daedalean frame
For those precious few miles.
Zeus-born, did Athena wail
A birthing cry? Or was the warrior-maid
Born in silence, like a sudden pain
When nightmares cannot come?
The senator has twice pierced the veil of heaven -
And like his messy, sacred band
Enjoyed the Fall forever.
A feather drifts past. Stories tell
Of those who have gone before,
With mistletoe aloft, that river
To cross. The coins to pay. The slavering hound
To chuck beneath the chin
As only shades can do. I do
And, yes, my beating heart
Tells the lie
As yet I live, cold inside, some Houngan's
Zombie walking yet among the living.
Patience is a virtue
As rainbows hang above, a silent promise
Of anomie. The parliament of rooks await...
Soon I shall kiss Demeter, and pay
The price for kissing the goddess.
Will my soul stop with my body?
copyright 28 May 2000
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; New Orleans.