INCEPTION OF THE CROSS 
A fter the Fail 
of Lucifer 
Michael 
who battled well 
healed clean 
by Gabrael 
leans 
in the highest sphere 
heavily 
on his spear. 
All 
as before: 
Dominion 
Throne 
touching pinion 
tip to tip, 
zone 
infinity. 
But radiant choristers 
and windy thurifers 
groan 
and roar 
before 
Trinity, 
out from whose midst drums 
the sound of the Name 
on whose breath 
from an egg of flame 
one comes 
far 
piercing the deep dark 
whence fell 
the Day-Star 
the black that gapes 
close at the Son’s place 
spattered with grapes 
Satan’s space. 
Heaven weeps. 
The ellipse 
of Hell is full