Fallen Angels Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Left bank of the Seines
Elegant as Rodin’s mistress
Sculptured lioness of summer
Freedom revels like astrology
No base can mold the wind
Notre Dame writhes the asp
The city bells wail the change
Deco art of the juggernaut
Leave your Luddite souls
Spires of the new age
Disraeli moors of progress
Awaken the sleeping peasant

Some of us belong in deep caves
Madness has shrill winds
Visit your minaret chandeliers
Throw your coins into the fountain
Sensual robes of azure pornographers
Kingdoms from the lofty star
Burning kingdoms
Stone eyes as tearless as the dead
Rituals of the Prozac priest
Prosaic islands where reason hides
What is this coming on the earth?
Cover yourself you men of ideals

Canals like Mars
She sleeps with every artist
He cries like atomic clocks
We meet with insatiable color
Color of the silent blue tears
Red laughter of the jealous lover
Yellow disdain of the coward braggart
Now the towers burn
Phallus glory of the golden scholar
Serpent of the tortured tree
Green as genetically modified alfalfa
Your grand logo of lotus meditation

Everything is weighed and leveled
The nations are swirling dust
Empires rust in the portent wind
Come out from the tombs
Hear the clarion call of the prophets
Rome will raise its legions
Babylon sires all its sorcerers
The western dream a broken cistern
Vials and trumpets come
Principalities ride the dragon
Sodom and Gomorrah plays
Beat your plowshares to swords

Philology lost in higher criticism
Proposition dry as agnosticism
Everyone shelters the relative
I am the ancient scrolls
You are the lost garden
Together we walk diseased streets
Ziggurats of sordid time
We measure the radiation
We measure the levels of hope
Proportion like Corinthian columns
Delphic creeds in mathematical poetry
We blend it altogether like a third world war

Have you seen the fallen angels?