Ailanthus Poem by Jonzo Bandwagoner

I.

Treacle, O agéd ailanthus
Seeps from the lips of olden
Myths—
from light doth myth embark.
“Lose yourself, dear founders.”
Whispers the epitaph of reason
to lonely men—
From cold conclaves it utters,
“Anathema! ”


II.

At night, the shadows of arm
Leg head tissue flesh; all spindly
Like the cold bleak loneliness—
to the house of a thousand lovers.
The choking gutter of long hours
Squelches the cry, the question,
“From where doth the shadow embark? ”
Lonely


III.

The bloodied ailanthus—
Empyrean! Empyrean!
-Has spread through death—
from fable doth the true embark
light to myth to hollow men—
the blue flower, stained with wine.
Longing thirst for faces, for heart
And home where toy planes fly.


IV.

I have been buried, too—
You could say. I have followed
through earth yet sky above
the sky seems so still above—
Aufenthaltsort; in view.
Shadow departs from light—
Light
beckons in the approach—erenei.
for now,
the lonely men
contorted now in idle, idol—
(quick note to self: shallow lies the cold bleak puddle
when one has grown to have long legs) .
Though to be buried! leg flesh arm head under,
I wonder:
Communion.