The loosed presumptive heirs
fracture the angelic resolve,
the violent world unabsolved,
sown with Coptic snares.
Asphodel is entranced.
The spread wings disorder
creation, Alighieri’s bordered
pages, like asphodel, blanched.
Submarine among the honeys and whites
a bee drums the pentagon
of sleeping petals and alights.
Eternally, horizons loom.
Gods mingle with the quick faun,
newly risen from the narrow piety of the tomb.