MARBLE FACT
Long way from stones of Notre Dame.
We haven’t that feudal allegiance
to a field beyond France.
Bright poppies blister over Belgium
where conundrum of Isis in Iowa
came from. She is, and was
mysterium of Osiris
on the Mississip – Ezra’s mirror-delta;
hard marble fact planted at West Branch
in Herbert Hoover’s memory
(who would not have taken kindly
to any meat-locker Muss avalanche).
Ezra yodeling the alpine Swiss serene
of his muse Circe Clementine
Vichy (& all the swine
she mesmerized, so spotless clean)
erasing all that history of filthy usury
& black boys handing Bibles
through the bars... Abel’s
your bro, Ez – cain’t you see?
Ah... the shudder of absurdity.
Knife-stab in Marlowe’s eye
– over the Jew of Malta,
of all things! It cannot be.
It is. Villon grins in your face,
King Flibberty-Gibbet.
Grimace may be safety net
for every reprobate. O prodigal race...
5.4.19
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