DOUBLE-BIND
That brilliant peacock-feathered eagle
Joachim fingerpainted
on parchment (ancient
plummet out of Calabrian ingle-
cave) figured the Holy Ghost –
monarch of the air,
white-haired regal raptor
rapt to avenge every Tuscan boast.
I marvel at the prestidigitation
of the priestly mind –
the Akeda, a double-bind,
knotting its pivotal vocation
under the shadow of those gilded wings...
that mountebank YHWH
in his coyote way
the widerruf of pyramidal things.
Folktales & myths were a defense.
Mechanism of the nurse
to lullaby the curse
& soothe the children in their tents...
they builded better than they knew.
The king is dead, long
live the king. Bong
sounds the gong – old Caesar’s through.
Absolute control is crumbling.
Even now, the axe
is laid to the root... don’t
ask. Meek Joachim is mumbling.
3.15.18
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