Don’t mind my words…,(in loud voice)
Dead and Alive! I visit you from grave to grave,
even though the emperor orders us to return to
where we can be happy, where inner voices whisper
for I have come into a welcome darkness,
deep and all-encompassing,
at the feet of the dead prince of the Roman carnival,
in the rift between two uncertainties, two states and remorse,
what you suspected I was and what I did not know I was becoming.
.. is here.
All this ..
it is the incarnation, the roar
of the corpses of the long-dead,
all this … digging, digging… the light of rage
I am a golden vein from which debris drips
and I whine in the grip of monstrous teeth
I am a surreal image
moving in tense dreams under tight eyelids.
A bloody, bizarre story in a kind of book
where one page is written from scratch,
with variations, with follow up cacofonia of a broken record
And crown with weeds our pandoras of mythical horror
And warm our blind ruins with the sun,
And break our howling of tanned throats
with the ricochet of their howling,
Amen when it’s all over,
dust to dust, ruins to ruins
and it all goes on
EMPEROR: (noticeably upset)
As everything continues,
You will go to another planet, to another sea
and you will find a grave better than this.
you forgot a lot – various little things – that justified you enough
Down, through long links of esse all unvexed
Where birth and death meet.
to die at the bottom of yourself, in the depths of the forest,
where no one will find you
to die in the basement of confiscated thoughts,
to die in a ghostly square, in a rehearsal in loneliness,
Among your fairest thoughts,
your tallest flowers,
From root to crowned elevations
beyond pain to your crucifix ..
I would die like that
to die, to flash bucolic,
as a stage, saturated – unreal
in such a landscape
but not you, it’s too dry for you …
like a pipeline vivisection
By all ghosts of hybris birds,
having appeared by night gleaming
like lightning bolt upright the Tarpeian fate
insolent the pheasant you are
behold the day of throwing the heads
of their murdered singing cries
all told Tarpeia is close to Capitol
Let the eons of accumulated remorse pass
mine are, by Jove, monstrously large and bright
for a titanic – domineering life ..
crammed into wobbly carriages
pulled by slaves
as everything continues sliding towards
the Music of the blue invisible spheres,
with torches in the darkness
and I am completely alone with myself.
TRAVELLER: “Is that an order?”
EMPEROR: “Yes. It’s an order.
Press thy face to pedoliths or peds
My immortality is there.
Now, go, a small mortal creature
Farewell has long been said;
I for I already have forgotten you.
(Sensing the Emperor’s disappointment, the Traveller retreats into the shadows)
Disappointment, bleed or
round this dearest neck
the illustrious descendants of kingly wretches
I offer you a fair skin of my conscience
I offer you a curled into a ball fist
I damsel, I unblest.
All the wolf hunger awakens.
Let the old mill continue to grind
the compulsive grain of royal accusations.
let the heirs of the amen caves proudly limp,
dragging behind them the broken pots
from the space that the Tarpeian furies created
from the rich, thick drapery
of someone else’s blood.
THE ACCURSED, carefully-concealed step
will finish the last turn of my course of
travels, even as I began.
you, divine cans of preserved sacred, triune,
lo, the singing of the death raven
of our eternal phantasmagoria of death
lo, the wailing of a wounded bird
that flies peacefully in the frozen air
will take care of us all.
So the satiated gods fell in love cannibalistically
with their bloody children
blurting forth a speech of madness,
(the indolent The St National Kitchen Passion)
(TRAVELLER drinks a jug of mead and disappears)