I. Twin whales washed dead
up on the beach —
the living bones of ornate speech.

II. The ribcaged heart that flutters
in her chest — electric mass.

What falls apart,
blood carries on —
recirculates
the last —

III. Whose lyre sang
(in sacred chords)
a complicated man?

A character,
impressed by frets —
amusing
Marianne.

IV. En archie en hoy logos, John!
Go dig a pony, boy!

All melodies begin with God:
play Pindar’s “Ode to Joy”.


TO BE CONTINUED