{"id":11040,"date":"2021-03-10T12:59:10","date_gmt":"2021-03-10T12:59:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=11040"},"modified":"2021-03-10T12:59:10","modified_gmt":"2021-03-10T12:59:10","slug":"poetry-marc-di-saverio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2021\/03\/10\/poetry-marc-di-saverio\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry: Marc Di Saverio"},"content":{"rendered":"

THE MAN WITH A MICRO-CHIP IN HIS RIGHT HAND<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Stopping wantless under cherry blossoms
\nHe hears a girl singing from the sewer,
\nthen harmonizes voices with some hums,
\nthen sings the final chorus like he knows her,
\ntheir voices shaking red chrysanthemums \u2013
\nbut now the crowds of fading stars are fewer
\nand his voice grows weaker as the day glows nearer,
\nas he\u2019s alarmed by the stirrings of the bums.
\n\u201cShould I come up to see you on the street
\nso in the morning light we could now meet?\u201d
\nA blossom plummets through the dewy grate.
\nBefore he can reply I, an old class-mate,
\npass by, asking why he\u2019s standing here —
\n\u201cfor — for cherry-trees this time of year.\u201d<\/p>\n

______________<\/p>\n

SONNET ON ANASTASIA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Like Martin Luther King she had a dream,
\nbut lived out what the TV would prescribe.
\nShe’d only ever be a psych-ward queen.
\nI know she might have equalized our tribe.
\nI whisperingly sing so soothingly;
\nSometimes I wonder: would she still be gone
\nIf she had measured my worth by my love, alone?
\nI could not heal her so distantly.
\nLike Martin Luther King she had a dream,
\nbut lived out what the TV would prescribe.
\nShe’d only ever be a psych-ward star.
\nWe found her at the harbour, drowned. Her surgeon-
\nmarkered life-time thought-line equalled one long
\nwound — her legacy a traceless scar.<\/p>\n

THE SONNET OF A PROPHET ADDRESSING HIS OWN COUNTRY<\/strong><\/p>\n

Canada, I came to you with my soul
\nand with diamonds, and you tried to collapse them
\nback into a vacuum, back into coal! —
\nCanada, remove your bloody diadem!
\nCanada, I came to you with answers
\nto inquiries you make in your lion-wild
\ndreams, where your wonder has been exiled,
\nwhere your wishes are kites so drawn to stirs
\nof the vortex of utopia, through
\nwhose one end I blow, as though through a trumpet,
\nthe prophecies you mock, despite sensing,
\ndeep in your soul’s centre — you freeze —
\nthe chance my drawn and quartered words are true,
\nthese testaments to my theophanies!<\/p>\n

____________<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SONNET XVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

So boa-constrictor-slowly you move,
\nexterminators of my humankind!
\nSome hardly feel their dying and approve
\ntheir deaths with stasis, silence; quarantined,
\nthey cheerlead their own Gotterdammerung
\nwhile our exterminators now erect
\nthe camps where Fidelitites — the unsung
\nsaints, the Bride of Christ, the final sect,
\ndressed from head to foot in fealty —
\nwill kneel before the pits; the humanoids
\nwill jeer them from their seeming realty,
\nsore from their beast-marks \u2013 rabid with tirades.
\nSo boa-constrictor-slowly you kill
\nthose who\u2019ll deny or receive you with full will.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

THE SAVIOUR ADDRESSES A DANCER AT THE JUBILEE OF THE SECOND COMING
\n<\/strong>(for Lenora Di Saverio)<\/em><\/p>\n

Lone among the dancers, you mourn– despite Death’s adieu —
\nmy Calvary anew, behind your sunglasses?
\nWoman, none stands alone so beautifully as you,<\/p>\n

since, has the Kingdom not Come? You say your tears are dew?
\nWhy now cry amid the trumpets and the brasses?!
\nLone among the dancers, you mourn, despite Death’s adieu —<\/p>\n

Mourn the dead Inferno-hours of the Risen Son, too?
\nO won\u2019t you jive and join in chalice-clangs?
\nWoman, none stands alone so beautifully as you.<\/p>\n

Why should you not waltz to a flawless few
\nOf Cecile\u2019s tunes? Whiff this lilied wind that passes?
\nLone among the dancers, you mourn, despite Death’s adieu.<\/p>\n

I feel no sorrow; must my whippings ensue?
\nShould you not see family, upon my greenest grasses?
\nWoman, none stands alone so beautifully as you.<\/p>\n

Behold the diamonding stars! Behold your halo-hue
\nsupremely match the moon! To Lea! Raise your glasses!
\nLone among the dancers, you mourn, despite Death’s adieu \u2013
\nWoman, none stands alone so beautifully as you.<\/p>\n

__________________<\/p>\n

A SONNET AFTER MY WINTER SURRENDER<\/strong><\/p>\n

O Seraph who stands on sacred airs —
\ngoldening the firmament with halo-
\nbeams \u2013 illumining my soul with
\nrosary-stars, which supernova
\nafter your Amens — you whisperingly singing
\nover me, soaring my soul like a whitening kite
\ntriple-tied to an infinite string\u2026
\nO Seraph who lands on burn-out back-
\nyards of this downcast world, when
\n<\/em>will this tempest end?! \u201cKnow: I only
\n<\/em>seem a Seraph! I am come,
\n<\/em>tonight, to witness your rebirth!
\n<\/em>Revere the spirit inside the whiteout;
\n<\/em>the snow foreshadows my Kingdom on Earth!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

_______________________<\/p>\n

Featured Image: James Ensor – L\u2018entr\u00e9e du Christ \u00e0 Bruxelles<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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