CARAPACE (POEMS) by Henry Kanabus

Poetry from Studies with Ed Dorn and Ted Berrigan

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

FRAZETTA ON THE CRUX

The crucified hilltop sculptor
spoke with a mouth full
of blood and Copenhagen
fine 'chaw' mixture

Cartaphilus said
                     'the oratory
was extraordinary' as he spat
into an abysmal spittoon

Golgatha staggered
carved into a phoenix of blue fire

Rage engaged his five fingers
talons entered his eyes.
 
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