SATVRNALIA I
madness —
great sky
mouth of ivory
the poet speaks of sacrament no
this is the falling out of sown seed
come light the way like light
does when venus infers something
transformative you were young
once and futures told lies tell me
sweet little figurines carved from
beeswax and honey
busying herself herding hecatombs
t’ward saturn’s capitol janus everwatching
power is a location we are everywhere
we tap our capital from the aqueducts
of motherwolf and to the party
go stag like some churlish girl
the scheme of less feasible dreams
at the banquet of senators
feed suckling blood into the earth herself
no work no war no court no school no masters
but for god’s sake cover your heads
these auguries shit on divinity
like derelict heretics pinching olives
the old fashioned way
Bio:
Angelo Colavita lives and writes in Philadelphia, where he serves as Founding Editor of Empty Set Press and Associate Editor at Occulum Journal. He is the author of two chapbooks of poetry, as well as a full-length epic, Nazareth (forthcoming, Apep Publications). His work has appeared in The Shoutflower, Wildness Journal, Bowery Gothic, Madcap Review, Dream Pop, Yes Poetry, and elsewhere. For more info, visit angelocolavita.com or follow on Twitter @angeloremipsum and Instagram @angelocolavita
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