The Terrors of the Earth
“Discussing, between moves, iamb and spondee,
Anacoluthon” ~ Conrad Aiken, Preludes for Memnon, LVI
Wild Christ will have revenges on you both
That all the world shall — God will sear your things
Till charred they are. You know not. He is loath
To leave you two unpunished. Blubberings
Of penitence are useless as the paps
Of Rimbaud if they tried to feed your son.
Your banishments are coming; no collapse
Of justice—Christ’s nailed feet can’t be outrun.
They’ll soak up all your sins through holes that suck
The culpability you both would ban
From being licked up and then turn to muck
The love you thought existed, man to man.
..One claims his death with cancer of the leg.
….The other nods into an absinthe keg.