Skandalon: Poems

Urn Burial

70 Urn Bu rial The mind of a cockroach in the body of a man, the body of a cockroach in a man’s brain— The alchemists understood how unlike things combine: Iron Curtain, Iron Age, Iron Horse, Iron Maiden. So the iron fist descends dispassionately on the frangible skull of the one who will shortly lie in a mass grave. But the bloody-handed one considers himself a slave of history, compelled by an insect will To outlive apocalypse, whether fire, plague, or radiation, sending others on before him freed of the body And its corrupt admixtures—oblivious to his own transformation to a lixivial husk in an urn, interred in honey. ...