God's Vial
by Bill Yarrow
The poor sup from the Tanzanite vial of God
and are reconfigured for accomplishment
The disaffected sip from the Amorite vial of God
and are redecorated with badges of false corduroy
The disoriented stare at the Bakelite vial of God
and rewitness the bloody crucifixion of money
The holy tear at God's Levirate vial
and are redisposed to contiguous evisceration
The porous bear the anchorite's vial
atop columns of luminous insolvency
The fractured fashion an anthracite vial
in violation of inviolate autonomy
God reconnoiters the limits of Hell
amid cries of insuperable ecstasy
and are reconfigured for accomplishment
The disaffected sip from the Amorite vial of God
and are redecorated with badges of false corduroy
The disoriented stare at the Bakelite vial of God
and rewitness the bloody crucifixion of money
The holy tear at God's Levirate vial
and are redisposed to contiguous evisceration
The porous bear the anchorite's vial
atop columns of luminous insolvency
The fractured fashion an anthracite vial
in violation of inviolate autonomy
God reconnoiters the limits of Hell
amid cries of insuperable ecstasy
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in 2009 in new aesthetic as part of a seven-poem e-book entitled "The Perfume of The Pony-Tailed Girl Who Played Alone with Darts."
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).
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true story:
moving fast into my computer chair i read title of this poem quickly as Gore Vidal.
which made me laugh then. and now
but not laughing at this poem which is lovely, bill,
(though Gore may have been pleased to be transposed with God? dunno)
You go, Bill. I like the infectious phrasings here. Very hypnotic. Somehow the piece reminds me of Blake. Good piece.
"...columns of luminous insolvency."
Ah, yes.
The certainty and beauty of the statements defining the states of god's vials (!)are mesmerizing and funny but sure as daylight. Love this one. Faver.
A new age take on the Beatitudes--with a more exacting punch!
This is too difficult for me even with the dictionary help:((
but I like idea of this poem:)