A Show

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.