The New Novena

The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake. DaVinci

Brazen Colossus transmutes where Liberty stands.

Seventy cubits fall from her pedestal,

Dreams hyphenated again. In time’s sunken sands,

Torch in hand, demurely she spread her tentacles

Birthing leviathan mingled with the behemoth.

Sea-washed harbour at sunset of golden gates,

Refuse to drop consonants vow stoked extremists,

Chambered echo of pomp from the republic of fates!

“Keep ancient every Ides of circumstance!”, warns she,

With forgetting lips. “Recite this enlightened novena, vestry":

To a lost nation where Future sits reading about the free;

Where there is one humanity no illegals need sanctuary,

There be no dragons or gods, no wet or dry alien great sorting.

World of one divinely imaged, variety is the highest exhorting!

Take nine days beaconing hand of peace from a native chief,

Come again spring when you have listened to the trees.