Spectare’s Fire Sermon

Lightning’s daughter, of air’s naked stabbing script.
 Of earth molten, the son, of hot blow holes’ spouts.

 Unbinder of knotted forest tangle, love spurt that licks,
That eats the deadwood choke, the dry refusals of light.

 Of the carcass cooked and potashed field, true inventor.
First shrine and tribe-band gatherer.  Keeper to be kept.

 Tongue of the rhythmed drum’s flying song, its secret.
Light of the dark hieratic code, hierarch of the beast.

 Primate’s and pontiff’s wax.  Mother of domed reactors.
Father of sky-spore clouds.  Of the child’s play, the fear.

 Voice throated of the damned. Twisted smoke trail that woke
Over charcoal smelters, shapers of numb cold iron shafts.

 Kindling of ice-cap retreats, of the rubber necklace
Melting on skin. Of charred kills.  Of Big Macs, grilled.                                                                        

[The Cabinet of Dr Spectare] [His Inheritance] [His Certificitude] [Unknown Unmade Untitled] [His Descent] [His Pensées] [Spectare Herculeans] [His Gnomes] [His Chanson] [His Millenium] [His Triumph] [Amor Brevis] [His Incognito] [His Third Torment] [His Humours] [The Dig] [Fire Sermon] [Third Eye]