The Descending Crown
Vita Ordinariurm. The pond is a philandering bowtie.
The gorse is in tails, luminous as drought,
our drought, ever after the dust rising.
& through perennial elongations like an elephant’s
family tree, the destitute pond turtle
turns to asphalt marching out across
the television. While also Bees, lost to target,
stretch their missiles, here the text is central
because of the cellular waves that hatch
miscues to the bumbles & hornets, reruns
of Edens, where the Holy Billing Statement (HBS)
shuns man & and his ungainly flightless
carnivores. Now what the thunder says
is sailing down into rebroadcast.
As the tires wheel round, the pond is dry,
the turtle levies his flipper in prayerful
plea. The Holy-Holy comes down on him.
He is ordained in a shatter of retread.
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