Tuesday, December 6, 2022

My Pagan Heart

My Pagan Heart 

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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