Long Sepulchres Poems

The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts. 

Oh! May the...

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An infinity of night for us to burn in our love.
You, my love, a beauty within a silver spotlight.
I shall drown in your beautiful eyes forever,
never to leave the reflection of all my desires,
the queen...

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Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West
With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters
My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles
Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters

 ...

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The chantings....
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Within the fog shrouded moments
Of tomorrows unknown day
You wait for something
Something strange....
To mute your path
With these ghostlike things
While as you walk
Along their daunting dreams
Of twisting smiles
And ludicrous scenes....
Caricatures faces
That they always seem
Calling unto your...

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Fluent as a rill, that wanders silver-footed down a hill,
Their manifestos raised our burried hopes from sepulchres,
Glittering like an aigrette of stars,
We believed they were refined gold.

Indeed, they deserve our patriotism and mandate,
Wholeheartedly, we gave...

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We all left home dead with a wordless farewell,
But couldn't rest in peace in the tiled and golden sepulchres abroad.
A great pang gripped our hearts,
Leaving us with a haunting and horrible sense of insecurity.
 
We...

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Onto this world I know
You know; as night descends
And billions go to sleep, more
Remain awake and witness
The dawning peep. 

This morning I saw fire in the sky. 
Buildings that prior to unnoticed, 
Shone like gold;...

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Tomorrow never comes

Lost in the memories of yesterday
Glories of triumphs bygone
Reveries intermittently broken
As pains from the boo-boos of yore
Break through to the fore
From their sepulchres 
Deep, at the back of my mind
Where I'd had them...

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Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's 
Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze
Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's houses and etched
Deeply amid his...

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Why do the people mourn, when poets die?
     Where do bards go, when they perish in their sleep? 
     And, if heaven and hell together weep,
do angels...

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Bypassing mercy as compassion and these things should not be left undone ?
Enveloping love's heart shall it fail oneself to grasp; turn away from tears, this light
Their lives, be dreams we omit ? Yet even...

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