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Moanasteries, More Like

             Moanasteries, More Like Most prayers are cramped things.  They are far too full Of names, though mostly just the one, your name. Prayers think that childishly their words may pull A loveless god (or God) to feel some shame For not observing our exactest...

Godly Fluids

                 Godly Fluids God lives where time is an instruction, since Eternity requires a teacher doomed To death.  Divinity can never wince Unless his palms and arches are consumed By pierce of nails to agony, are torn As gravity drags down the flesh, and rips...

Reincarnation

                          Reincarnation The spirit wishes it could look back to Its body, not the rotted one, and see The firm young form with hair and holy blue Of Mary’s robe in clear young eyes still free Of intimations of their death.  The hair, The blond head...

They Never Slumber nor Sleep

They Never Slumber nor Sleep The reason icons break but still remain At crooked angles over slopes and cracks In eon landscapes is to entertain Their sacred irises.  Greek mountains tracks Show off to icons ancient splits pronounced By earthquakes forty thousand times...

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!”

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!” The icons looking over valleys down Beneath, and over hills across the way, Are placed to shine like jewels on a crown. This crown looks far to mountains where priests pray And past the harbors where boats wait before They...

Revenant Religion

           Revenant Religion The ancient skies were filled with gods and gods And gods.  We sickened of them, most of them. The priests and prophets held them up at odds With us.  The gods were one vile diadem That crowned creation.  But these gods were red As death...