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Age of Aquarius

A POEM

By R. Dey | December 1984

1

 

(Bitter are the blossoms

Conceived in time’ last spasm)

 

Myth flames black in silken wind,

Words shimmer on the tongue;

Bleak witchcraft poisons all the wells

And sickly bells are rung

 

2

 

Small is the shroud

Of the child who laughed in roselight

 

Fawning the leprous harlot sells

Mirages

Fevers

Taints and spells;

The imp who bloodies all the skies

Plucks out the drunken prophet’s eyes

 

The child born of music dies

 

3

 

Deathdevils dance to the piping of fools

While warlocks seize the children

dreamed in heaven

 

Sere grey suns now come to birth

To mock the shriveled ghost of earth:

Among the desolated flowers

Infants chant the ruined hours

 

Within the circle Satan cowers

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