SONNET 135
Epiphany of the Saints bear'ng Christ a venue,
What gorey culminations Bushy and Bagot
Knelt. Jean d'Arc launched by wresting faint in neutral hues
When th' hubris snapped. One Antiqueño passed; staggered
Mosquitoes caught: the new Magellan is old news.
Moon struck boycotts; the palace re-reseized, wand'ring
Coup de grâce a malicious dream, against the ruse;
Prosperity's shot a decade-long bloodletting,
Recompense hung; till on the third day circulates
At last th' burning of laurels into yellow pages.
A prophet sung, her birdsong fulfilled -- a promise
Fought with peace convulsions -- hear us, Immaculate!
For a single lie is all it'll take for halving
The moon and Eden, aged, to forget forgetting.
