The Trials of Meretrix Canto Vii
My Lords an adjournment is
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Of insistent and uncontested
So prepare ye to soar, Meretrix,
When taking unexpected flight -
And outwardly expand!
Stand you upon the temples
Frozen in precarious plight!
Carried aloft by swept back wings
Of infrequent Saqqara bird:
Emissary of feathered Horus -
God of all celestial light!
For a devils advocate I wouldst
Whilst treading across eternities
Where enacted out this timeless day,
Characterized by unjust malign...
When casting down wisdoms
Before these decadent parcels of
Pigs and swine!
Summon thee lazy drovers,
Idling amidst sunny beams in the
Lee of the hill,
To drive home the lowing bullocks;
Fattened from ruminations upon rich
Lush with glistening dews,
Nourished by the source
Of the flowered meadow's silvery rill.
We will slaughter the bellowing
In preparation for feasting -
For we have an army of stomachs
Invade into cold silence, prevailing
In deep cellars, and liberate
Thee oaken barrels; where, aging
Ferments the polished grape
Plucked from trailers disportion
Upon thee heady vine.
Prepare to rejoice in sacrifice and
The grim alters awash with
Of spilt hot blood and sweetest
Oh fearful Gods, of such terrible
We shalt sustain you throughout -
With horrific orgies of frightful and
Alight O ray of heaven
To ignite upon ancient and sacred
The black marks of the Apis bull
Are revealed only to me!
For it was Adam who was fated
To confide in the Viper,
Denounced by the tongue of that
Treacherous serpent -
Castigated in the Golden court
Of the horned intermediary.
O Osiris "Thee Finisher"
Of Earth beneath Heavens...
Didst thou plant the infernal seed
Of that accursed tree?
I pledge to thee victories,
Both magnificent and glorious,
Salted with desperate tears
That vanquished nations should
When thundering across vast and
The flying standards of my
Laying waste upon all before,
Should so triumphantly sweep!
All this I would gift unto ye,
If, with scented frankincense and
Didst that one wise biblical
So covertly seek,
Thou would just fall to thine knees,
And lovingly administer upon your
Masters tired and dusty feet.
TO ALL YE NAYSAYERS AND DECRIERS: THE MERETRIX - ONE DAY SHE WILL BE HEARD!!!
Copyright © John Fleming | Year Posted 2016
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