by Antonio Pineda
Equinox of the gods, summer becomes fall,
a savage wind deflowers eucalyptus trees
the bluebell woods in turn ravaged by bees
as sunrise holds Stonehenge in its thrall
The chariot of the sun is drawn by black stallions
whose hooves propel a sudden gust of rain
whilst the charioteer guides his fiery minions
over a mahogany house festooned with spires
Dandy by day, Corsair poet by darkest night
above the roof of filigreed cupolas and towers
the sky reddens, as he assumes the guise of winged bull
and flies over causarinas and tropical foliage
Rosy Cross, stellae of revelation and divination
the core of the vortex is the future prophet
the Magus presides over the metaphysical revolution
as twilight falls and the Druid sun does set
Infidel and libertine, meretrices belie your union with godhead
Winged Bull, you reign over the nuptive moment
when thunder peals and your seed is spent
so he shall be reborn to dispel the fog of falsehood
Mercurial eroticism will overthrow the Empire
of corporations, financial oligarchs, who ransom
democracy to espionage of the highest bidder
Winged Bull, vengeance is thine, worship the Phoenix
Anonymous grenade bombings transform Metropolis
into a reeking sewer, civilisation sings of longings
for a world devoid of frequent assassinations
spilling over turreted palace funereal flowers of fame
(photo: Denna Jones)