Fiery Serpents

...I had a salowe vision

wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought

...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk,

covered the crackled book of life...

A testimony

from the dimension of regret.

This voice comes

from the second right after the disaster

when all there is left to say

in a distressed whisper is

It is too late.

The irreparable has been carved in stone

and those made accountable for it are you.

Standing, shivering in cold dim light

waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead

like Adam and Eve at the end of time.

One may argue that it was flawed

since the beginning

that the dice were loaded

that God had it all within

that He is the Source.

O heavenly Father!

pathogenic agent of contamination.

harbringer of catastrophe,

icon of the impending Fall:

but what difference does it make?

Altitudines Satana

the vertigo of Liberty

tipped the scales.

A shadow of horror is risen.

This will not be redeemed

no matter how sincere the genuflection

and ardent the confession.