# 5

By Anselm Parlatore

                                   Was I already inhabited by the lyric

                                            demon that exalts and transfigures


                                                   Gabriele D’Annunzio  “Notturno”



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



& 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.




These poems from a sequence entitled “The Kingston Abstracts”

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