#poetry - In the Autumn there is a Hawk

24 hours for solutions = 
48 hours for problems = 
A cool acceptance that what gets done should have gotten done = 
Don't Ever Let Up!!

down on the bower going down

the fucking creatures of this world
never cease by their arts to amaze me

regard the bower birds on the ground
in the long hours of their mating season

the males construct earthen structures
with complexities of inverse proportion

inverse to the unquestionable beauty
beaming out the chest of their plumage

the females amble into and through
the wards of their could-be desires

and if the high walls with surrounding treasures
and hues conquer enough they act subdued

and to the nearest branch they go and call
and hoist a tail feather then wait and are taken

but then it happens sometimes a female will
after the act recognize another bower she likes better

and she will course then through its heart
inciting a thrill in the body of its maker

the new male will meet her on her regular branch
and he will greet her from behind with his beak

where he picks the semen of the errant lover out
from within the body of this mistaken female

and then he plants a seed for his own future
and secures it by destroying the nearest bowers

amazing these birds are artists engaged in intrigue
that parallels closely human life and courting ritual

and is it a great divide between their promiscuity
and ours that waters my eyes and leaves a bad taste in my mouth

knowing bower birds do not need machine guns
to kill each other and neither do we?

Malcyon Descends

"malcyon descends"

and their swords of flame,
which advanced every army
that ever walked this earth,
became unwieldy
grave with anger
rapt with bloodlust
incensed by bloodscent.
what once seemed light and obedient
grew forcefully intense

each sword became the birth of a new star,
brighter, hotter, heavier, more dense---
and like a new star, the swords issued new orders
that burned the dark expanse,
while the cosmos about them churned in response,

"come to me" they said, separate but in time.

and the leaders, the wielders, those dark knights,
saddled on flame shod horse,
were thrown by turn from their dark steeds.
broken necks were wrought for their dark deeds.

with swords aflame and these dark stars amok,
though the dark leaders were blood craving,
the dark leaders' bodies fed the dark star flame---

and then that flash came!
bright as an ethereal dawn,
hotter than a star core
more commanding than the black hole of dreams---
instantly blinded were the armed hordes of man,

the flash!
crippled our will and our willful,
stunned our cunning, and ruled our ruthless.
made children of men standing,
and children stand account for men.

the flash!
snipped our hearing shy of one frequency
and tagged our exposed skin--the blood mark bare!

in that flash!
we became conscripts in a new armed horde.
those who could see without sight saw her descend

Lo! what we saw there---
the seven swords aflame rose high as toward heaven
the seven nation warriors stood still with shame
the seven nations stood naked without warriors
the seven swords that rose converged to one point
and her light craving hand eclipsed that corona
seven dark fingers caressed the hilt
seven more molded the swords flame
and Lo!
her battle axe was born---
seven and seven were clenched into a fist
and Lo!
her battle axe was borne---
and laughter
laughter, laughter, LAUGHTER!
bellowing from every dead belly
ever buried on earth
vomited blood and mud
a torrent of laughter, blood and mud,
rained heavenward till the ground oozed the sky,
in that heat, all became mist and death stench,

hear this now, hear it---
sulfur will have no name now from this time hence
and we will have no other sense for smell---
for sulfuric fury became the rain,

and her voice
coursed through this malevolent fog in waves,
cascades, ricochets, flak bursts, thunderclaps,
of crescendo and decrescendo, of pitch and maw

O Michael, O Lucifer, O God---
for who could see, what we saw!

and the voice we could hear!
an aria of aural agony, as never told nor dreamed,
raped that last frequency left to our ear---

i could see her, my vision clear
a beauty is she---
dark eyes that drank light
dark silken hair
in a long tight braid she wore,
a battle maiden, made for war,
darkly clad with no armor to see
but a bright chalice of blood
emblazoned on her crest
shadowed only by the contours of her breast
a man made minister of grace
body supple, innocent and chaste
shoulders like a steeds
eyes deep, ashes for lashes
and eyebrows keen
two asymmetrical dances of light
danced on either cheek
her bones sharp, her perfect smiling teeth clean.
and when she spoke, she spake as dream---

~my children, my boys, ah my girls---
my fathers and mothers,
my dead and dying, my fairy tale dreamers
and my nightmare marauders, oh my saints and my dear sinners---

you are now my minions and wrath bearers
you are now the excellence of my work
you are now the song of my harp and lyre

i have come to you
this time for the last
with new law to lay upon you

for this i hold that was your swords
is now my axe
and these i command that were your hordes
are now my whores
and this i wage that was your war
is now my chore

so then have at thee, lay down and be still
for this is your end of days
obey me all and i will spare the shadows of you
that i burn into the ground~

and with this final message that came as light
Malcyon came down.

Four Prayers Before The Horsemen Come

War, though Malcyon make,
shall be lain upon ground, hallow—--
Her fire to breath, our ashes at stake,
where to our fate we follow,
for to follow is our fate.

Friend, should Malcyon take
Death and raise her higher—--
wisdom will flourish, though we pain-ache,
and ever our spirits burn in fire,
so fire our spirit-slake.

Love, for Malcyon fake,
come swift, hither and thither,
rapt with nurturing tones, take us and shake—--
for when numbed, we’ll wither
upon transgression lake.

Lord, as Malcyon, learn
We shall to kill and burn and brand—--
For She will kill and She will burn,
and if unsolvingly we stand,
She shall stand, our Sovereign.

Malycon's Prayer

You, my warrior, are Malcyon.
You climb up high, fire to sky.
You brush with death, fire to breath.
And all who follow, follow to die.
Malcyon, from you I shy.

You, my friend, are Malcyon.
With wisdom you flourish, fire to nourish.
With anger you craze, fire to raze.
And all who follow, follow to perish.
Malcyon, your fire I relish.

You, my lover, are Malcyon.
Your sweet embrace, fire to taste.
Your nurturing tone, fire to bone.
And all who follow, follow in haste.
Malcyon, with you I waste.

You, my sovereign, are Malcyon.
She that burns, fire to burn.
She that kills, fire to kill.
And all who follow, follow in turn.
Malcyon, for you I yearn.