came down to Saturn in the torrid stream,
monsoons gained control,
on Pluto slashed like a knife,
the blood with sleet and despair.
the selective bending of light,
of prey wafted invisible,
drifting in idle dismay,
heavy clotted feathers,
ring-clouds and sand-blasted skies.
are my metaphors?" shouted the Emperor,
threats and gem-encrusted claws
On the gold
and ivory beaks of his radiant throne.
are the symbols of revelation you promised me?"
of fluid marbles flowing with heated dance.
searched from Andromeda to Alpha Centauri.
In every language
they dredged the river bottoms,
all pearlidescence impaled between binary stars,
the stranded wingjewels of negative magnetic corridors.
Emperor's Tribunes found nothing!
cackled the Emperor to scorn;
anti-gravity elevation, lighthearted and glib,
out at imperial worlds through windowed mirrors,
thrusts against outer-band individuated guts.
knew damn well they had the symbols," said
One old, wise
Centurion, risking little at his age.
binding Pleiades together,
could never be discovered,
cavorted with the lions,
the air with the silver-eyed eagles,
humor and gilded gusto,
their windswept love song:
is coming down all music,
rifts of whiteness,
tinkling tinkling transparency,
blowing through reeds and strings,
tossing tempo agitato,
swirling allegro ma non troppo.
is coming down all magic,
lines breaking up,
and fourths in accidental fabrics,
kaleidoscoped in burning flashes,
of Egypt gently falling down,
electrons of Cleopatra
dying so breathless again.
© 2005 by Robert E. Romanelli