Where the quincunx moves with stealth
priests suffer the conundrum
of canonizing the climacterium.
They draggle their fulgurant beatitude
before an ombudsman who,
with pharisaic prissiness,
hides
hubris in a closet and takes
off from a fiducial point.
That’s the moment when fracas
leaves the diaspora.
Several quails rollick before
concatenating in the ramose trees
of the beer gardens where a good
