Those Flowers Grew

Those flowers grew
Tauta grapho humin
Hina, and Babylon blethesetai
Babylon kai never found but
In your heart the ghost of Gary Glitter

In black dragon dance
Blethesetai, blethesetai
There was no Hanging Garden
Nor sable, nor nail
And Saul became Paul
Before the ascent on his fall
From Adam to Eden
And from Eve at the Feast
From Cain at the apocryphal pomegranate feast

From the moving fingers
That wrote for the šarrum
And the crash of the image
And the death of the lineage
From Shadrach and Meshach
At knee in the flame
With their friend in the end
In purpureal stain

From the tip of my tongue
To the drought in your heart
From the ships in the sky
And the pyramid eye
From the cobbler at rest
And the night in her nest
And the firemen at play
Whilst her moon eats the day

From the singing fingers
And the hooves of the stars
From the heavenly writing
That is written in dusk
From the archer and the scorpion
And the stars behind them
From the goodnights and sleep tights
At the end of the knife

From the "Thank Christ" and "Praise God"
When we're naked as bone
From the ghost on the telephone
Screaming for home
From the quick in their bed
And the beds of the dead
From the E'N šiptu in the clay
And the utter Judgement Day

From the plagues and the rage
And the noose of the news
From the barrage of mirage
That barcodes through bars
As a thief in a blink
With the lamb as the link
With the question and answer
The prophetic cross dancer

The gift and the rift
The present and desert
The field of bled woods
The farmer in Akeldama
The leukos, the logos
The alpha, the pi
The burster of graves
The looser of slaves

The fear in the night
Oh, when Nyx mounts the light
The spring in your step
And the bend of your neck
To the sword with no peace
Nor cozy release
To the camel and the cub
And the jaybird above

Oh, the warrior, the quarreler
The quarrier
Angry as clouds
Drowned by the rain

I lashed my flower high
And said "Thank you, night!"
Make the clay as wet as your wedge
The Greek dark mouth
Copper or bronze dusk
More like, I am approaching the Train God
And I shout at the pentagram hexagram
Under your telegram

With your Hammurabi eyes
And your Serapis smiles
Your spirits of the air ran through me
I vanished, which celluloid gift told me that?
Or hit me with spermes?
The winged seed or the flurries of your treat

Oh, bend your eyes into her
She was the pinnacle mysterial
The finger at the tip of your heart
The mist of your milk
I recalled your eyes

Enter into the Christ-All mountains
Often tasted your breath
Heard the angelic breaths parter
And praying I would descend or ascend into your hole

I went to hear messengers clash
Or spell time out
In constellar pieces
Touched your dark close
Cloud to my closed lips
And waited for St. Mary to announce
Bells forever at a quarter to 10

Stone witness piled high
Jacob's portal, hole in the sky
Energy of light, fire of might
Rift in the universe appearing in the night
Stones cry out, witnesses alive
The portal is open, hole in the sky
Living stones in a pillar so tall
Witnessing energy with light like a ball