XV. Le Diable (After Trachiniai)

 

XV. Le Diable (After Trachiniai)

Do not tell us that tripe about being blessed; it excites the rage
That made her—Insofar as the unknown part is always dominant,
Strewn tinderbox of asteroid remnants of the protoplanetary disk—Nessus,
Without so much as a murmur of a goat song, bestride her Descendant,

Her patient hatred, of the make of high street hierodules in a pastel catalog,
For far-flung jet kindling—With increase in optical depth, we meet the lithium

Lacking in our Star—Star systems whelping planets are covered less by lithium,
Than those exerting themselves. If such a word of fire is to be proved, it rages
Nonetheless, to garland that sacrifice of broken cattle—What of the catalog

Of your labors?  There were, besides—Angst, angina, anxiety, hangnails—Dominant
Cognates of the net.  If it were not for horsemanship, you decamped my Descendant,
The seventh house cusp of partnership; recognized as much as my kinship map—Nessus,

Arrow-stricken, lay twisting his lips with Hydra venom, and yet from Nessus,
I did not pour it to the ground. Rather it swirled on my bitten mouth like lithium,

Which is formed from the shudder of galaxies, and further burnt—Descendants
Drowsed and wondered at the prospect of certain words; the blank rage
Scrabbled for the individual to be identified. Swallowing every thought—Dominant
Dry lake deposits yield up their live water for battery electrolyte, and a catalog

Of other applications—All of it surrendered to a speaking oak; a prophetic catalog
Consulted in turn to starlight. Distance had thinned out the vicious gossip, Nessus,
And that gaping black hole dragging lithium to the surface of predominately
Orange, Centaurus X-4, exerting its effect on a partnered brilliant. It too, lithium-rich,
Saves against the day when we all spin under the same blanket; and in a rage,

Cleaves into a lighter pair of helium nuclei—Same is true for the Ascendant-Descendant

Axis—The suffering remains to be understood. Spoken out of earshot of descendants,
Numbers weaken, to be suggestive of the hopefulness. We pommel our bodies for a catalog,

Resenting the intrusion even more—Omitting the centaur’s stone-set bit, corrosive rage,
With a nubile girl’s weight, its worrying drag with each passing year, I was ferried by Nessus.
My thighs failed then to suffocate distant embers—Unfit for anything else the element lithium
Lubricates the furious propeller, the desiccant for a gas stream blasting a room. Dominant

Oxidizers of red fireworks and flares, witness the sacrifices absorb and pass on the dominant
Gene—Recognizing my own duplicity, it was the child who acted—Yet it was your Descendant
Actuating the circuits, and the subsequent thermal runaway is suppressed by the lithium-ion
Battery—A tablet is by now mundane technology with an automatic shutoff—Catalogs

Enumerate supreme brutality to entertain.  A barn swallow rolls off another windscreen; Nessus
The asteroid, intermingles with derelict satellites, and no longer prescribes an ointment of rage.

Wearing a crimson shirt, mired in productivity instead of rage, to mind the dominant Constellations, I often think of runoff ponds of lithium, and dead asteroids like Nessus.
I won’t fan the embers of that fatal zone, the Descendant, compiling these obscene catalogs.