Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Morning Star from Venusian plane
reverse Prometheus, a god insane
how ever did you rouse their holy ire

did you love a lost humanity
to suffer his profanity
the divine Milton that hypermasculine liar

bearer of light who warms this crazy cold
I salute the dawning glint of gold
your open palm the offering the fire

1 comment:

Pull Up A Chair said...

I like it.