Civil Divil

Ruins of the age of faith ode to crumbled fate of ages

Creation-stoking sounds from sages mere whispers, our doings traceless

Circling gracelessly our gilded cage, reviewing old pages.

Muniments of title lost amidst wave-tossed letter ocean

King in cups, of cups, sips his bitter potion

His meagre portion unmansome sets motion 

To devices he devises with devil’s advisements.

2 responses to “Civil Divil”

  1. breathtaking writing. it reminds me of Banquo’s aside in Macbeth, contemplating the wiles of evil:

    “The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
    win us with honest trifles, to betray us
    in deepest consequence.”

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    1. That’s overly kind of you, thank you so much. I always chuckle at Robert Graves writing in ‘Goodbye To All That’ that Shakespeare is really good, despite all the people who say he is!

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