Sentinel Poetry (Online) #53 ISSN 1479-425X
THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS...since December 2002
Editor-in-Chief: Amatoritsero Ede
Den of Wolves
In the shadow of the den of wolves
Lies Aphrodite’s kingdom; here the men
Fornicate with nymphs loosening the seams
Of moonlight into the peripheral visions
Of madness and while the flesh is white
And washed, Eve’s apple lies abandoned
In the burning bush.
I speak of the winds of Delphi
Sweeping through the caustic wood of Hades.
I speak of the snow of Helena
Sweeping through the vines of Troy.
I speak of the fire of Agamemnon
Sweeping through the circles of Titan.
I speak of the sun of Spartacus
Sweeping through the winter of Solomon’s gaze
And I speak of the ibis of Sheba
Sweeping through the wilderness of Jonah and Isaiah.
Morag the waves have risen
And you release me from a prison
Where I was once captured by your
Loving and joyful heart; and now
I rest my vision, placing her in the cup
Of your palm
For with you there is no harm
Just love life beauty and charm.
Bride of Achilles
He is the whore’s oracle; he speaks for her in the night
And he speaks for her in the day; she is the bride of Achilles
Bringing with her the red roses of Magdalene
And placing them by his side as he sleeps
In the beloved and seminal sheets of Christ.
I eat from the tree of Medusa
As the dogs of Hathor begin to chase
The lurid dreams of Persia
Where the armies of the west
Breathe destruction on the ancestry