Lines For An Epic (Pagano, the Arc of Night Fallen ....)

Pagano, the arc of night fallen

Ice on the underhanded lilies cakewalk
Underground, in the garage caverns of Galatian eocene
gift of the man in the panther-skin
trailed by detectives of the fanfare aboveworld
  hewer or warrior   of the blue muscles in the saga-like

Cranial canopy of the newscast's morning December
All are gone and connect him with the language
of light and darkness refusal   out of the   flowers of the staff
came a dove by that time the apple will be old and forgotten
in telecast streams of your eyes
wife in symphony of blue porcelain your symphony in blue


                                                             Sometime, 1965
                                                                   Newark, N.J.

Copyright Credit: Sotere Torregian, "Lines for an Epic (Pagano, the Arc of Night Fallen...)" from “I Must Go” (She Said) “Because My Pizza’s Cold”. Copyright © 2002 by Sotere Torregian.  Reprinted by permission of Skanky Possum.
Source: “I Must Go” (She Said) “Because My Pizza’s Cold” (Skanky Possum, 2002)