Geometry of Bulwyr

A banishment of the banal
The bane of that same sanitary of melange.
THE SPICE,
                    Rises to the brain
Sets that clarion of chimes computing.
Amputate,
                In exchange,

For at the spring in the wilderness,
Where a bubble gave life to
Journey-men and the adventurers of spine
And un-rolled a scroll of Hedjira.

Un-holy, the glory of the sands
At the bath, the blessings of the blood.
And stand and smite and rule and roar,
Like sacred skulls in the be-coming,
Like diamonds in the making.

The writ of the script,
                                 messengers of God.
Found kneeling in the gloom of that
                                 Silent Space.
The emptiness of the wild
                                       where spirits gloat
Contemplating the complexions of Rome.