Renegades

1


Into the hills of Hell we flew,

Lawhounds at our heels,

Less than nothing did we know,

Though kings of dodgy deals.


Into the arms of Satan we ran,

Happy for a little rest,

And, to his satisfaction,

Our few good deeds confessed.


Now, in fiery comfort we dwell,

Relieved of morals and such;

Sometimes,yes, we miss the world,

But not often and not much.



2


In the so-called world

I cram my mouth with tradition,

With names compressed

From bloody clay.


Reading the palm of silence,

I follow the heart line.

The seasons of speech

Turn on death’s wheel.


Beauty’s uranium

We mine with our hands.

Aborted suns,

Shine in the darkness…


3


In October’s salty cold I am alone,

Intoxicated, as by a woman,

Drawing lots to learn my fate.


The sibylline year turns in its sleep

And visions flare-unheard-of comets-

Through my chaste galactic dark.


I adore the whetted axe-blade

And the virgin thorn bush clenched.

Paring winds hollow me out.


I stare into the day’s black eyes

That stare into me-the raven’s kingdom

Lives as long as mountains dream.