The Lucifer Cantos 6/13
VI
A polished apple, skin and core
pristine, Uroburos’s gift to whore,
green, gold or red forbidden fruit,
peeled to the crunch of chomp, sucked deep
to taste sensation, sin so sharp, so true,
turns worm in us as stomachs churn. A new
life starts and ends each summer’s day for me,
python and hustler yearning, Death, for thee.
*
Outside now, sandstone tenements of night
are shaped in drapes of Rembrandt's candlelight.
A distant toll resounds, a titan’s tone
born in a bell tower, sonorous in stone,
as echoes, round a temple’s vaulted dome,
of droning rote recited from a tome
to tell the trundle of our times from womb to tomb:
All doomed, it murmurs, all are doomed. doomed. doom.
A polished apple, skin and core
pristine, Uroburos’s gift to whore,
green, gold or red forbidden fruit,
peeled to the crunch of chomp, sucked deep
to taste sensation, sin so sharp, so true,
turns worm in us as stomachs churn. A new
life starts and ends each summer’s day for me,
python and hustler yearning, Death, for thee.
*
Outside now, sandstone tenements of night
are shaped in drapes of Rembrandt's candlelight.
A distant toll resounds, a titan’s tone
born in a bell tower, sonorous in stone,
as echoes, round a temple’s vaulted dome,
of droning rote recited from a tome
to tell the trundle of our times from womb to tomb:
All doomed, it murmurs, all are doomed. doomed. doom.
Labels: Lucifer Cantos
posted by Hal Duncan | 3:05 am
2 Comments:
I'm really enjoying this poem, Hal. Dark, smart and moody. (I'd say, "like my tea", but my skills at analogy obviously need some work...)
"Murmers" in the last line...is that spelled incorrectly or is it an allusion I'm not getting?
Ooh, well spotted that man! One of my strangely habitual brain-farts of spelling.
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