Classic Poem

After the Fall
of Lucifer
Michail
who battled well
healed clean
by Raphail
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
of cool tears
till
the Ineffable
cries:

" Open your eyes.
See
Wailing ones
he
is beautiful;
he is an archangel, —
the cross, skull-shod.
Death is the cross of winged moons
where hangs God. "