The Rood’s Nightmare

Hark! For it was upon one ghostly fallow eye,
That I, a silent messenger of the Lord, wept
Upon a waning hourglass. I’faith, I still bled where
The Son of God once lay, He who was driven

Into my illimitable bleeding heart; O warrior of
Golgotha – rhododendrons wailing – transcendent
Was the dawn. The impenitent realm, lost beyond
The wabe, Middle-earth besieged by pestiferous

Vapors most foul, a baneful miasma that exhumed
The blackened earth, ravaging all who were in
Cowardice slain; an obstreperous contagion that
Struck with neither pox nor boils, nor a burning

Quotidian fever, but with vampiric groaning, Cyclopes
Raging; a Stygian song that rent the sun, the stars,
The heart and mind of man. O whither have ye gone
O sons of Adam? Henceforth the children of the garden

Bathed in wicked green, turning their backs on the
Almighty and bowing before the Archfiend; whereupon
Wisdom, healing, love and knowledge – all were
Subsumed beneath the gilded wraithlike shroud – all

Were charter’d – sullied every one. The commodified
Country – inimitable spirits lost; the damsel drowning,
Floundering in her gold-lust – a sea of starless sighs –
The passing of mystic thanes. Anon the primordial

Ramparts were struck down by evil angels, who hacked
And hewed upon a nave thus spent; the swirling of
Sallow sands, beacons borne of a cruel meridian. And the
Lord gazed down upon that zone of gelid graves, whose

People were enchained betwixt a rock and scarlet sky;
To which I saw phantoms raining in inexorable anguish,
With gun runners and con men dancing in delight –
Banshies of avarice – they who raged at pallid moons –

Uncaged the demons of insensate night. And that was
How darkness engorged on all the world, as the fallen
Kissed the foot of the grinning baleful Fiend, with eyes
That burned like tallow, and remorseless wings that

Vanquished wolds of a cold dominion. Citadels cascading
Like deathly snow that clove the main; for the lambs
They were howling, unborn in callow tears – an evanescing
Of azure dreams – unmoored from the blessed light.

David Penner’s articles on politics and health care have appeared in Dissident Voice, CounterPunch, Global Research, The Saker blog, OffGuardian and KevinMD; while his poetry can be found at Dissident Voice, Mad in America, and redtailedhawk.substack.com. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books of portraiture: Faces of The New Economy, Faces of Manhattan Island, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at 321davidadam@gmail.com. Read other articles by David, or visit David's website.