04-23-2024, 11:49 PM
Wicca Me This
Death interrupted
to dog the true sun
failing the horizon
with sing-song cries,
grateful blackbirds
trigger the watchword,
the clock mocks time
forwards and backwards,
tricked by the climax
a Little Golden Book
reveals an abyss
a sunken paradise,
satyrs on bicycles
do stunts by the Styx
in and out of the river’s fog
and the crowd relents,
all in a day’s work
nothing to confess
I take my receipt
to the Holy Inquest.
Death interrupted
to dog the true sun
failing the horizon
with sing-song cries,
grateful blackbirds
trigger the watchword,
the clock mocks time
forwards and backwards,
tricked by the climax
a Little Golden Book
reveals an abyss
a sunken paradise,
satyrs on bicycles
do stunts by the Styx
in and out of the river’s fog
and the crowd relents,
all in a day’s work
nothing to confess
I take my receipt
to the Holy Inquest.