In August, Shadow of Janus

from Days of Mercury

realms of false sky

upon the metro light

for all those hearing the godless
Gods and goddesses
Liars and demons
Souls and the soulless

Blur along the street
Where there is no darkness unseen
No stillness unnoticed
Or forbidden thought forgotten
On lost paths

I hear Mercury
keeping vigil along
The promontory
Igniting the arrowheads,
Brushing his temples
Eyes fixed
body ready for flight
so whispers
‘Let’s go‘for we are the hunted now’

Ice basilica
At daybreak and
The running flame
That consumes
The haze
Opened to the sudden shade
Pulling away
The corrupt prayers uttered before
The vanished armor

Offering smoke
And it is just in that
Hour, That I know there are no secrets
Unveiled onto this night
Discovered galaxies are
Noticed for a moment then
Passed away from
The moons
So barren that skin and bone
Feel the same

And emotion is
a remembrance of another life
Or dying star
Foretold by Mercury
Heathen and Virgo
In the after-burn
I hear them confide
‘What chance.’

I wired Scorpio
So couldn’t
Break the code to
Mean nothing past that moment

To record the laughter at the
Eclipse over Jerusalem.

Cobalt silhouettes arch
on the waters
With flights
Of firebirds and
Of deaths
Told in the fanfares of Tatarus
In this music field
Of disgraced tones
Invites a coarser rhythm

I called ‘not a word, Terpsichore.”

The assault
Beats down over
What existed again but not before
quarks & untraceable poetry
& when this music enters
The body
It digs up
An infinite if
To be met with ideas and peace~
Waiting to be lived
By havoc and adornment
Waiting to die for life
This is the water music we feel

I see Janus or
Vanished at horizon
Shielding us
From home.

For Jack Anthony Nespoli