• the sun god

    its
    from the platform that
    protrudes into the heavens
    that the gargoyle laughs—
    the cruel beast!

    gorgon who has seen
    his own disturbing image—be pious for him!
    the master
    for he has bid
    his god and his maria
    farewell
    the ghastly man!

    stone serpent of flight
    whose wretched form be
    upon hallowed church—be for him gentle!
    the hunchback
    he who gnashes his
    tusks, has fallen out of love
    with his bells
    the poor monster!

    griping ape with gills
    crouched beneath the gray pigeons
    unattended nest—be sensual for him!
    the poet
    whose broken pitcher
    gives him a wife of
    four years, who yet loves another
    the unlucky fellow!

    behemoth of stone
    you remember her! beneath
    your belly she once laid claiming asylum!—be for her insensitive!
    the dancer!
    she, who once night-rode
    upon that dreadful hunched shoulder,
    was by he captured—the monster!
    but her savior
    was
    of the sun

    and she was—
    equally ensnared
    by his arms as she was by
    the damned bell ringers!
    although—whilst in the
    entrapment of the
    sun gods arms, she felt jovial

    grotesque-goblin perched
    atop the shingles—
    these men all love one:
    the dancing lark!

    serendipitous swine
    of scales and sharp fangs
    and hooves of iron—be for him cognizant
    the sun god
    for he is greatest
    but with the most private thoughts
    yet forceful actions, cowardly creature!

    she has chosen him
    not the master—who had given up his god
    nor the hunchback—who had given up his bells
    nor the poet—who had taken up the vagabond life
    but
    the
    sun
    god—who did but lift her once
    and who neglected her while she hung