XV: Faustus#
crooked cross on steeple slants
behind the clouds on axis bound.
cocoon the storm, these winded cants,
this spell from depths of godless sound.
let dirge be purged through broken bell,
through hollow dell with surging wind,
unearthed remains returned from hell,
the bones decayed now gardens tend.
oh, name that hides in shattered ring,
that brings the rain, becomes the night
of lightless thunder, shriven sing
the drops of dark through wicked flight.
by dripping altar, prayers fled
through clasping fingers splayed in maze,
communed with spirits past and dead,
before my eyes, a sightless gaze.
the paint of statues leeched in stains,
with weeping ink of saint’s remorse,
deformed by time and bearing chains,
condemned to hear my voice grown hoarse.
profane my soul and twist it loose
with iron pincers red with sin.
let drain my blood, my veins to sluice,
replace my eyes and rise within.
April 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
April 27, 2025 |
Frontier Poetry |
Pending |
June 12, 2025 |
TrashLight |
Pending |