With commentary by Robert L. Francoeur, edited by Rush Rankin and Steven McElveen. ©2000 by Jazno Francoeur, with Robert L. Francoeur.
somehow to the Marquis de Sade)
thoroughly unaware of the forces
bubbling quietly under my umbrella.
(Òchthonian forcesÓ may be more to the point)
O felix culpa
She will arrive when the last building collapses
and the corporeal fires flicker into the evening,
when the wind collects bits of ash
and makes the tips of the blackened fields glow.
She will arrive intemperate and invisible,
ready to inter her breath in the broken houses of men.
She has been here since words were realized
and gods were employed to enforce them,
holding the course of temples and water,
steadying the trees as they gripped the earth
with their knotted hands,
sleeping in the white sails of man's first conquest.
Something waits to take control
of buildings, bodies:
Trishna no longer disguised,
nature red in tooth and claw.
Now we know the reason for metaphysics:
the holy trophy wrappe