Jeweled Breadcrumb # 19 : Beauty & Death … creation’s fertile couple
i have no use for angels
nor strands of pearl cloud wisps
for on the graceful hand of God
you’ll never see me sit
nor need i precious jade and stone
for captive i’ll not be
in an alabaster carved throne
dismissed from being me
the day has long since passed away
that you will likely find
me fostering communion
from my holy brothel shrine
spare your labors bloated efforts
ever striving here to force
me to make the virgin mother’s way
the habit of my course
harbor no illusions
that i’ll keep swine’s wretched hand
from scratching and defiling
your precious land
i have learned to pass by demons
and other writhing things
refuse to be parried
from my earnest wanderings
i’ll not barter beauty’s wisdom
to adorn a palsied pup
pray ocean of God’s vital grace
flows freely from my cup
but think you not i’m to be had
your well deserv’ed find
jewel brimmed wombling, i wait not
to sate your greedy mind
nor are my purple mountains
and dew-drop valleys low
there to soothe your wolf desires
with sweet fragrance i bestow
every time you pluck a blossom
from my wavy tendrils turf
you cut me off where i derive
rife being of rich earth
who will marry only beauty
will submit to spend his life
but he who prospects to renew
will meet earth’s other wife
grovel in wormy death’s lagoon
wipe salt tears from her cheek
plant kisses on her feckless lips
forget you not to weep
linger there in fertile silence
revere ashes ghastly stench
lay you down your ancient gospels
quit right judgments wake death’s wench
then she may find it in her heart
to sound fair beauty’s call
so be you not mistaken
death gives rise to beauty all
brave one be admonished
beauty’s song has many spokes
she wails despairing dirges
hand’s out bliss’s ruptured jokes
death and beauty concert masters
on creation’s common chair
conducting fickle river’s course
fashion all seasons’ aire
Breadcrumb
The rule of a wiseman gives way to a tyrant. Sweet fragrance of rose rises from charred earth. One thing becomes another. Whoever wants to have order without disorder, heaven without earth, beauty without death, loses both.
Thank you for reading these words,
written by grace and the grit of a real human being. Debra Asis
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