The Sanctification of Patricide

Our lowly dissertations
Transformed beneath glass as in cocoons,
Double homicide.

Mediterranean breasts,
Unclothed
And seeping filth.

An Entourage of explosion
With diabolic grace
And apprehensions cast
Upon a bed

Where migratory bird calls
Unloose the dragon.

And Satan’s voice revels
In the burbling of brooks,
While his death unfolds
And casts a shadow of doubt
Upon the progression of saints.

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