(AA) Gl’Immortali VII
When any institution, whether it be an institution of government, or any other kind of an institution, embarks on an evil course, a man has a moral responsibility not to assist it in any way, manner or fashion to carry out any part of its program
Thomas Dodd
Assault of Hell
Each time the bugle shimmers
the dead, we like to fancy, stir a little.
We care for them still. They matter
Vincent O’Sullivan
Some say the descent to Hell is easy,
But not if harken’d from divinest spheres,
Fine-linen’d Jove drove his wool-white army,
Steps heralded by stythneaf trumpeteers;
Cerberus chain’d,
Crossing the Acheron,
A horde of angels drain’d the cess-pool Stygian!
The Nether Regions’ cack & piss
Bore Babababagorath,
Pleiades sever’d with a hiss,
Skulls & carcass clear’d from path,
The Daemon hordes defending Dis
Suffer’d the Holy Wrath,
Unleash’d by the Ark of the Covenant,
On to the Phlegethon those pure souls went.
Balrog detects Satanus face
Is laced with ancyent fear,
“Desperate race, at fearsome pace
The Hosts of Heaven near!”
Claw raises gourd… “But my side of the bargain hold I here.”
Pandemonium
Gates of Asgard
For lo ! the same old myths that made
The early ‘stage successes,’
Still ‘hold the boards,’ & still are played
Austin Dobson
As sword-force from east, from west, converges
Upon goliath show of matchless force,
What champion, from mass’d ranks, emerges
With diamond spurs, riding a plated horse;
“I shall surprise
The keeper of the bridge,
Heimdall rais’d up his eyes to that shining image.
As Arthur roar’d, the born again
King of his dominions,
Who drove the Goths from Aquitaine,
Slew the Irish Fenians,
Who drew the blade no mark could stain
That the Mycyneans
In desert forges of Arabia
Created, & then nam’d Excalibur!
Heimdall was slain, as down he fell,
Tho’ end flew rapid near,
He blew the knell, the warning bell
All Asgard there could hear,
Horn tumbling from his bleeding lips, blank look, a blinkless tear…
Bifrost
Last Battle
For there’s nae luck about the house,
There’s nae luck at a’
There’s little pleasure in the house
Jean Adam
The foe advancing thro’ the Muspellsheim,
Loki intrigues with Odin to fight on,
Demagorgon withdraws into Nilfheim,
Its beastly banqueting is almost done;
Valkyries sang
A rare Bragian lay,
For those in the Thrudvang’s magnificent array.
They stood upon that oak-fringed field
With powerful, bulging thighs,
A sparkling sea of swan-helm shield
& determin’d, narrow eyes,
The king of countless trumpets pee’d
Into the Aesir skies,
Slow darkening unto dead scenes of night,
Odin seem’d jaded in the faded light.
They took their places cross the vale,
Their meet with death had come,
In blew a gale, as slow as snail
Was heard the kettledrum,
The battlelines drew daggers, Uncle Sam unflagg’d his thumb.
Valhalla
Japanoeument
It has been raining, but the rain
is done & the children kept home
have begun opening their doors
Robley Wilson
From a jubilant Americana
Departed Hino, snugly nestl’d upon
The back of an eagle, whom together
Sent by Sam upon one final mission
From leg to leg
They’ll reach an Asian peak,
Some Fire Dragon’s egg firm gripp’d by sky-steed beak.
They flew to where the foe did dwell
As an egg drops with a crack
A Dragon steps out of its shell
At once went on the attack
A rush of talonries pell mell
That broke the Wyvern’s back
& with a roar of fiery hurricane
The Kraken slipp’d beneath the blazing mane.
As Bishamon made mendicant
How humbly, he, entreats;
The arrogant turn’d suppliant
When life’s dream life defeats
We bend to beg benevolence, calamity entreats!
Mount Fujiyama
Humble Aggressor
You are the only vow I keep,
A name I do not name, an oath
I will not take, but shall not break
Henry Reed
War, the province of kings to bring about
& the duty of the gods to end it,
Is betroth’d to peace, but peace with a doubt,
For chance the mere nature of her gambit;
Eight words suffice,
Wood wisdom of the elf,
‘By war’s great sacrifice the world redeems itself.’
As seraph-winging victory
Made sail over Asgard seas
There subsided a fresh beauty,
Blossoming with birds & bees,
Thor’s e’er maturing son, Modi,
Sweeps weeping to his knees,
Arms rais’d, promises his fathers father,
“We shall be wise, always & forever.”
Bishamon becomes mendicant,
How humbly he entreats,
The arrogant soon suppliant
When life the dream defeats,
Bent to begging benevolence like whores on silken sheets.
Mount Fujiyama
Twilight of the Gods
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack
AE Housman
How gruesome is the Gotterdammerung,
Fought in the name of gracious Liberty,
Odin weeps for his heroes, dead so young,
& dabbing tears, flyting, turns to Loki;
“Wherefore art the
Armies of Hell?” a smile –
The enfant terrible turns back into Belial.
As flew away that treach’rous cur
In a cachinnating cloud,
Rose the call for his surrender,
Odin barks refusals proud,
Fanfaronading Valhalla,
Moon dons a blood-red shroud,
Whence from the skies rain stars & satellite,
The dense one slain & with him drains the fight.
As Michael, George, Zorya, Pyerun,
Ice King, Volodomyr,
Sam, Gwyddion & proud Gryphon,
Took leave of the Aesir,
Whose land & lives behind a rising ocean disappear.
Asgard
Satanic Stand
But you cannot see the real me
My face is masked with pretence and obedience
And my smiles tell you that I care
Konai Helu Thaman
By Geryons flank’d, & vile Barbariccas,
Blade of unholy fire in talon’d hand,
Midst Malebolge’s rolling bolgias
Satanus, with his firm, shall make their stand;
Tho’ forces thinn’d,
They Seraphim first foil,
With swift, sulphuric wind malignant & aboil.
Saint Michael at the Dragon flies
& chains the grand betrayer,
Jove flings starlight from divine eyes
At Mars, whom, in terror,
Drops to knees, flops, groans & sighs,
Always & forever,
His martial age seems over with the guts
Worm-oozing from a thousand bleeding cuts.
The Devil swivels in his seat,
Hits Balrog with a smile,
“Odin’s defeat total, complete
Death, treachery & guile,
& honour has been satisfied… Balrog, the promis’d file?”
Pandaemonium
Defeating the Devil
Lord, these are Thine! With soldierly tread
Without a tremor they go their way,
Singing a hymn they march ahead
Lucian Bottow Watkins
Perhaps a year, perhaps a century,
Swerv’d battle with many an inroad gored,
‘Til all those heroes of the heresy
Were dealt full low, now Heaven is restored;
But for two ghouls –
Balrog & Satanus,
Fed on the fat of fools, sporting abhorious!
Saint Michael, at the Dragon, flies,
& chains the grand betrayer,
Jove flings fine light from divine eyes
Toward first flesh destroyer,
Beneath which death-swipes groans & sighs;
Always & forever
The Age of War was over with the guts
White-spilling from ten thousand bleeding cuts.
Jove turns to his great enemy,
Whom of those great wings shorn,
“I once loved thee, but… no mercy!
Of Eden quite forlorn,
Ye shall be cast into the pit & there become unborn!”
Divinnia
Sukhavati
Heart of the Earth beat as one,
and all the winged creatures, creatures
of the waters and the land
Homeri Aridjis
Jove flung Satanus into his abyss,
The pure perdition of nihility,
Whose penal fires all pucker up & kiss,
The promised prince into lost memory;
The deadly jaw
Of some Venus fly-trap,
The Devil’s dying roar drown’d out by thunderclap.
With this the happy Gold Age dawns
For Adam’s race in raptures,
A seraph each of them adorns –
Affluent, voluptuous –
Then blows the hallelujah horns
As numbers numberless
Uprisen from the rivers of the soul
That flows thro’ time & flows thro’ one & all.
Tho’ men were once Neanderthals,
They’ll come to surf the skies,
When fate fulfills, our good angels
In all bright spirits rise,
O race of super energies! O dashing enterprise!
New Jerusalem
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