Alchemisland

Father Gods their days are gone 

Finned lords thralls to damp Dagon

When the biggest of bangs drums

That time has at last begun  

He watched seething

Those underthumb he sent seeking 

Screeching through voids in sleek craft

All manner of profane spellcraft would be at their disposal 

Dark brides for their bethrotal, soon as they satisfied his proposal

Not one stater would clatter into their begging bowls

They entered folds, rips like Venus in the walls of the world

Ran these runnels that tunneled between worlds 

Hurled blind as moles, arriving at opposite poles

Arising on opposite shores, thriving on complacent herds 

Two ingots danarius outshine your piled dupondius by miles

Golden smiled my dentist at Smiles is Midas

Cry Zozimus at the back door, how often my cat is gone

Chrysostomos how often they thumbs up, my patter’s bomb

Hear his pitter patter the arrival is quick but the waiting’s long

John Du Pont how I’ve got a big nose and love grappling

Jump upon ponce, I’ve got sick throws and head-snapping

Karate kid front kicks had Belfort napping

Strapping Young Lad how I’m down at town’s end where Dublin city transcends in drab center 

Transcentral how many mental things are seen, but it’s piss-scented 

We’re all self-centred former religious mentallers

Not long ago we went single mothers to what were essentially

Church-run detention centers 

Kids who got suspended 

Girls who had their skirts up, their lovers fled and lives upended

Ended their lives broken and bent in these places, less than apprentices

Prisoners on long sentences, they are given long penances

And short leashes, they will take no pleasures and serve collared sexual predators.