CAVALIER

CAVALIER

let them
bulld a chapel

weave corsages, prim
nosegays

see
where my finger points
out into the distance, just
on the horizon, vague yet
stark
   beginnings of a scaffold

yet this is
just presentment, this you
can relegate  Shakespearean style
to the vagaries of a bad dream

Lucasta’s posies have
little surface connection with
a lunge into hedonism,
living
     by the sharpness of
rapier, dagger,
long sword

which words
    sst themselves, deliver their
own bitter, toxic,
raucous fruit

out there forces
starting small, becoming titanic

great the heart that
survives this ice, amidst
all this
      cacophony,
      yields pandamonium