It is a distracted funeral procession that follows me
eating
and drinking – baked meats and black basil wine
before
returning to their sober work.
Anthropomorphic Death dances me to my unmarked grave
with
church bells at the midnight hour
the deceased and the debased
join the roundel.
Then, when the song is done and the rooster crowed
The dead
will rest as Calvinists mark the day
with gunshots and
congressional resolutions.
Come in disguise, on this night of silence, it will not matter
Stopping and starting and stumbling through cues
We will know
who from whom.
There is no need to explain.
We saw the orchestra
move
into the choir – both out of step and out of
tempo.
This
does not confuse. Neither this nor the organs destroyed by flood.
A
chapel is built on the site of the demolished church.
But
I have no time to wonder over stones
I will be home and
dreaming soon, my love.
* Scholars remain puzzled by the chronological difficulties presented by these marginalia. What did a 13th century illuminator, working in Armenia, know of the 16th century, Swiss reformer, his theology or his followers’ predilection for firearms? Several theories have been proposed – ranging from the obvious allegations of fraud and forgery (though paleographic and manuscript studies seem to preclude this) to more bizarre, speculative ideas of time displacement (which is not to say time travel). Perhaps the anonymous illuminator was gifted with prophetic vision or second sight. Though perplexing, the marginal notes appear authentic.


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