runs riot in the forests
of Central Europe
through all history
inciting the philosophers
to disclose this mystery
Profound poisons
of alchemists and Arabs
leave one wanting
a barrel of läger
and the sweet home fire
Luther and Plato
bound us with books
still I feel closer
to Kind David’s lust
and John the Evangelist
swirling in mystic chaos
than all the epistles
to all the Churches in Asia
circumcising my seven souls
and Egypt was another dam
desert in time
wilderness way back when
wandering
women with waterpots
atop their head
Moses thought, “Let me
live here instead.”
Homer, that Trojan
horseman Calliope inspired
another exile
from when the confederation
of Paris made its last stand
taking turns raping Europa
out on the high seas
Phoenix rose again
Jupiter guiding Zebulun’s ships
to Hong Kong, breaking off
from the mainland
Confucius confuses
but every river runs
to follow the Tao
then on to Britain
with Virgil’s hero,
I left Joseph of Arimathea
to guard the Grail while
I wait at Avalon, last
of the Order of the
Welsh Knights of Ras Tafari
(this white boy knows what’s up)
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