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