Farewell the temple master's
bells
His kiosk and his black worm seed
Courtship
solely of his word
With Eden guaranteed.
For now
Prince Rupert's tears of glass
Make saffron sabbath
eyelids bleed
Scar the sacred tablet of wax
On which
the Lizards feed.
Wake your reason's hollow
vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and
burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.
Go
Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest dawn
All your tarnished devil's spoons
Will rust beneath
our corn.
Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn
Lizard bones become the
clay-
And there a Swan is born
Wake your
reasons' hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the
throat.
Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court
Round which upholstered Lizards sold
Visions to their
leaden flock
Of rainbows' ends and gold.
Now
tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
Of walls and
trumpets thousand fold
Prophets chained for burning
masks
And reels of dreams unrolled . . .