1492

burgeoning Corpuscles brim with Ire

before our Suppurated Whimsy – liquid-quick

heroics of Sultry sessions

stabbed-in-the-back and blessed

these requisite virgins relocate

to the desert

in witness-protection schemes aimed

at lizards and toads – I wandered

the dunes

aiming at illusions; the

poor are starving

because they don’t have enough to eat, they

protect their bowels

with thin cries reeking of a holocaust

of sense and Spirit – untold

certainties beckon Us from the darkness

deliberate in their obfuscations – We

who stand Naked

before our God need glasses it has

become too hard to see

through this our Conquest --