# 15

By Anselm Parlatore

                                 ………their thin blood

                                 Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna

                                        Wallace Stevens  “Peter Quince at the Clavier”



Slack highwater as it turns

the harsh apparitions & genteel pieties

blandishments for the flayed, the flurried,

Jacopone da Todi & his flagellants


along the matrix’s scaffolding

stem cells of a Jurassic

pterodactyl for the anemones

opening & closing to this tide’s rhythm.



But there is a different story. It is

of intermingled echoes & chants

the jargon of white laboratories

& medieval cathedrals, their


gorgeous vectors geometrically

piercing the heart, the suppliants

& the laudi heraldic, passionate

in Hebraic reverberations, precision.




These poems from a sequence entitled “The Kingston Abstracts”

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