# 5

By Anselm Parlatore

                                   Was I already inhabited by the lyric

                                            demon that exalts and transfigures

                                                         everything…

                                                   Gabriele D’Annunzio  “Notturno”

 

1.

Cleansed, the piety of the sweet

strains, the pleasures, lullings

& relishes of it, no ecumenical kinases,

genteel but pabulum that would pervade

 

the sacrilegious, speckled maxims

dolorous & moldy, all the celestial

sirens streaming along the orb’s

concentric whorls a reconcilable comfort

 

2.

& it is this that instigates: Demon?

Satan, Moloch, Belial, Mammon

even Beelzebub all in winged

ethereal ascend or perhaps the Angels

 

in their strict sentries and stations thick

watching, disentangling the entrapments

dispersing & irradiating all the palpable

yet obscure abstinences & misty restraints.

 

 

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These poems from a sequence entitled “The Kingston Abstracts”


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