Blest we thought: archangelic aglitter
so much the jewel
And he as if alone: a cynosure a central gleam that star upon a stage
As we a throng
titillated by such ecstasies of sound
the peripatetic rise
the hesitant organic diminution notes
as natural as breaking waves
inhalations like an exotic perfume.
And we poor over-sensitized cows that we are
danced and clapped and swooned
flapped our hairy heads off in glee
glad glad glad to be the recipients of such a joy. Oh.
Blest we thought
We closed our eyes
Never saw the serpent
that ate his soul
Never knew the journey
he must daily take
into that Tantalus of hell.