Excerpt from my first attempt at an epic poem.
Thereupon the fuliginous boundary
Of an abused heaven and its shadow –
The metropolis of the fallen race –
Was settling, all dimmed, the argent star.
So ripe with distressed age, and teetering
Vigilant still, necessitated blind
Over a billion billion regular
Passages. Rose a man in common pact
To satisfy the quick and stolid wheel:
He, nestled in the shaly counter-orb,
Replaced the sun now rimmed on its descent,
A shere bathysphere deluged in abyss.
As it was, the consummation of days
Bore no distinguishments from prior time.
These dueling celestial foes had trounced
The later punctual urge clocks did bring
About. Pairing the supposition that,
As a patterned thought, holily organe,
Life did emerge in primordial sluices
With the ceaseless thirst for aqua vitae:
Alas, onward wound their formless sojourn.
To those who divine purpose from orbits –
Your icons are in equal mass misled.
Hark, a fine absolving hymn I offer,
Albeit unadvantageously subtle
And arcane, for never can I end, mute.
Humble verdant saints once reigned on this land;
Now yawning with harmonious content
To the grating oxen’s haw and bellow,
Each restless to gain the transfinite bliss.
Perchance they once again grimaced with youth
I should more aptly chronicle their time;
Leaving no potency in biting haste
Or death-deceit in herbal sympathy.
Yet, the wandering veil has focused now
On the crumpling of each cosmic riband
Nor has chastity a grain for the sieve
Too swollen to remain in Nirvana.
My pen’s archaic gestures to appeal
Forlornly, knelt at each sacral platform,
Fade to a base echo enveloped in
The screech of catastrophe and climax.
Soon shall this tattered ode assume the dire,
Particulate status of all life’s modes
Though as assuredly as the sun’s rise,
Remind us, the last and moribund beast,
Of the invincible wave: summed decay.
Harshly will our liberal conceits vanish
Into anonymous beads, energy
Warped on the breath of heatless air currents.
Relaxed, then calmly abolished went we -
Humanity, whom no foul fiend vexes
Has just disposed at last of roots and fruits
To balance the succint flavor blooming
On this present, virtue-lacking mantle.
No more banners circulate to be donned;
No longer will hearts with honor earnest throb.
Loud yet wholly silent peace must endure,
For thus is the permanence of closure.
I have awarded all that was, and won.