Transposition

Author: Stephen W. Cote

I speak of tongues long since lost

Of supple breasts splashed in exotic woodruff

For the virgins sacrificed on primeval altars

Whose steps are drenched in prepubescent red

And the self-proclaimed deity heralding

From above the servant's sun

A gospel of reveled maxims

Of events that transpired against us

My lips smack with the sulfuric residue

Left behind by a Conquistador's musket

His kiss for her ravaged temple of body and land

She exuded somnolence and melancholy spirits

Her humor drained of its black bile

She whispered a dry and porous prayer

Of events that transpired against us