The Last Dispensation

The Last Dispensation

Bespoke dust--a rib removed

and Adam choked on paradise
as Eve fell from favor; eyes open.

Knowledge is death.

The will of man confounded

and common speech confused
by an angry god; alas Shinar.

Pride cometh.

The law was torn in two

like the temple curtain
at the last exhale; my God.

It is finished.

Two thousand years of grace

covered the lower ground
of man’s last temple; Manhattan.

Allah Akbar.

A Mayan switch waits patiently,

oblivious to God, Babel and Allah,
to laws, grace and man; the dust calls

SMG

Killing Uriah

Temptation bathes under
the desert night sky
in a far off Jerusalem.

She is naked breast,
innocent eye, and I;
I am David’s lust
from the roof tops
of Manhattan.

Smeared lipstick desire,
black lace regret
as sweat and screams
eclipse the sunrise.

Come this day, this ache,
this disregard of consequence
and the distant wail of Uriah.

Shadows will descend,
and a penitent man will weep
in sackcloth and ashes
but not tonight: Tonight
I am her King.