AJAR
white smoke
blank smoke
suddenly stymied
something is ajar
or it is just
that it seems so
need to
turn true scholatic
to question its quidity
and then habeam
everything geared to go
clocks
bells
and whistles
rerum
novarum this will
be no re-run
the new Vicar
(born under
the virgin at
least
stellar sigh of)
critically
testing the steel of a halberd
with his shepherd’s finger
new light in waves incarnate
as particle
this city within
a city
dovetailing itself into the heart
of the city of cities
paradigm for everything
we admire, everything we fear
first as myth
then as bad fairy Tale
the one where
a door is denied and
we
are prisoners of time
black smoke white smoke
a city
so divine must
find room for confession
that old river flowing
forever recycling the great
shapes of
virtue, obedience and power
dawn
a thing
we need
to
conduct as experiment
old medieval truth
not without fire
poems 2 die for 