Soldappled courtyard open-aired, a vast cantharus spits
Rarified air courtly peacocks plume-haired share with
Recalcitrant barbary apes from far Abyssinia, split-haired
Palm trees hoarding hirsute spheroids, pomes with plums grappling
Adorning weakling child changeling limbs of saplings
Gradients made such that all drainage is tasted, without wastage
And no vestige of fungible, fertile earth should sit unturned
Save those in rest earned, biphasic restful rotation, and turnips!
Parsnips like pale goblin sniffers, zit-decked slipperwort loud as an epistle
And tumescent, bee-ridden thistles imperial betwixt indecorous angober
Brindled ackerons, Abraham’s Balm willows, fronded cycads, apricot
Dryad-throning pale grisettes beset by indentions
Priapic sumac lustily intention’d
Drizzles of nameless colour canalling between rockeries; no corner dull
Steroid to easeful feeling, place pleasing
Rille’d plentiful fertility, ’tis sterility’s antipode
Of lush abundance, verdant virility, rare mode.
Steps scored passage’s scars, marks of shoes
The Temple’s lintelled roof supports in its corners four chubby amphorae
A face Greek ships sail for, which many an Adonis adores
They birds songful when rest wants therethrong
At Father’s insistence she claps dishonestly, bored of sonnets
A poster upon the corkboard, notifying the Lords
Of their Liege’s will; one her will wed
Let warriors raise weapons and stain red sand’s crescent
She eyes them malevolently, imagines her breath a breeze
Scattering, skittering leaves, them offseing, but fixed Athena
Affection’s queen doth drams of clean hippocrene feed
At even, smitten bards’ noisome screeding insect-seeming
Great commotion as of attention vying
Attention died for.
She stands always tall, prideful pine
Her chiding childhood tutor like a chiropractor: what else is a spine for?
Awaiting her bored pointing
The bold have foes appointed, upon foisted conflict
Metals rutting and mettles tested
Winners gain heart, losers headless
Posed like battling statues, wielding axes deathpointed
Blades light-blaz’d raised like staves poised for posting
Downward sailing taking steel bitter
Brows with death anointing
The wounded, kneeling, raise two fingers like priests ash appointing
As if they alone a blade could stay
Noisome casting, as of lash toward Nazarene flank, as of peltast’s granite
His young head like a cancelled planet the ground counselled
Conciliating blood fissured, gore-painting.
Mansome killer panting stoops, as if to grieve
Greaves scratched as a mirror in insanity seafront gridding
Cleans sated blade on slayed knave’s sleeve
Unlacing he strides, pushes his manhood aside
Grasps pridefully his hirsute gunstones
Like dual death unbald, skinless Samsons
Like a satyr walks so a pace, reprologues
Reposes thereso, with sandal upon fallen foe’s throat.
Of the dead now speak
Speaking one, speaking all
Bleeding on the beach
Struck dead in foreign war
He who struck short at Greeks
Blameless and rosy-cheeked
Who speaks now with Tiresias
Who of all sagely speakers lucid remaining
Despite Hadean entrapment, his brain
Functions much the same as it did living
He guides the giftless to the witless river
Dips a hero’s polished helm, succourgiver
They drink, quenching fire for which Prometheus traded a liver
Eagle eaten in Zeus-bidden oblivion
Lashed, fastened, to the riven stone
At the foot of Olympus, diamond-domed
Young and dead, unnature’s congress
Unspared, revered thereby.
Alchemisland 
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