Procelsus Poem by mark littler

Go to Hades
dust to pomegranate dust
Eccleis Bishop of Christ
one book and no desire for ink
unmarried your familias wife
pigs birthed and buried

teacher where once you were a vine dresser
penitent in mock preaching before penatates Ancestors

Paganity to Christinomity
whispers of the cruellest dove

Roman bangs Roman noses
divided mathematitess Hypatia
added to mother of God blue

one feared in Serapis temples
cold faith
chisels at long gone Julius Hugustus Apotheosis Epiphanes Sunray Ra
raised up
cast down
thrown down

Jesus died as Dream Zeus ruled from on high
Saturnic from dream clouds
knows your labours

remembers flower youth
Greek stealer
seed upon the corn
hair corn
hare course

A prayer
My thousand named
stretch your wings over me
let me see the light

Narcissus loved
true love
a beautiful girl more beautiful than himself
Olympias too was wed in the mysteries
a prayer
two voices speaking together
one God
woman of stone

Old men Eccleis
angels wept in their virgins
Felicity Martyr died for his masculinity
Perpertua Martyr died for his masculinity

He did not die
reading the lesson daily to his dear brothers
Marsyas, Dryads, Panics

'Hercules laboureth in vaineth
thou sparroweth falleth
danceth with the lordeth'

and they danceth again