OF ORPHEUS

OF ORPHEUS

nothing stopped
slowed down

the clockwork
kept running

Hermes
on time with
all the crucial mail

and lacking all hiatus
the merest suggestion
of a frozen moment

flesh and
spirit
      finding themselves divided
wondered how the
world could
yet
  be green

time ticking and my lyre
learning of this
to spite
    every serpent, in the main
those deadly
in their venom

refused to play, eschewed
all that can
plug in, be electric

and me looking back
not eyes dead ahead on
the road to
consummate
my love

should have them glued
sold my limbs on the dream
of finally
    your touch

for real
not in this most
central of myths, key
to our
entire mythology

ultimate heart of
every lost dream