from ODI BARBARE: I, II, XXIX, XLVII, XLVIII

I

If the soul so glares at annihilation
Name despair one deviant path of wisdom
Music steel-rimmed spectacles make as objects
Claiming a victim

Not moronic but a fell world of equals
Things to fall for deep in our study sessions
Ready metered set to a mark perfection
Staggers away from

Anarchs' paradiso the infrastructure
Luck permitting love and its grave verdictives
Some have gone purblind and athwart our sensors
Broken not brain dead

Ewig endurances for good and all done
Labour our survival and their reviving
Nonsense too deep meaning a derogation
Torch not untimely

Measure loss re-cadencing Sidney's sapphics
Not as words fall but as they rise to meaning
Laurels withheld fractured the noble column
Alien torsos

That much of writ · Angular backlit miners'
Profiles · Build up roofing and side supports · Quote
Axioms · Blast access to unsuspected
Caverns of fluorspar 

II

Like Carducci meant: barely more than rustic
Not urbane not welcomed the Aula Regis
Rhetoric — uptight the morose consensus
Freely enhanced · I

Hate barbarians taking a stab at meaning
Freaks elision · Tell those who move the circle
Words that have clear biznis before the threshold
Need not profane us

Sacrificial oxen the gift of Virgil
Ruminating white sacrificial oxen
Heaving lyre-pronged heads from hoof-podged Clitumnus
Suffer their garlands

Rumpus uncouth anacolutha bullish
Metamorphs treading out a line the luckless
Fetishizing blood of the lucky victims
Rote ruination

Rimini marred Pisa the slew of armies
Apennine muscular brusque torrents voiding
Panzers Anzacs out of the rocky slurry
Mud-wrestled corpses

Virgil loves bees reads by the way as Plato
In the Symposium on immortal being
What price this verdict to regrouping nature's
Plenary sessions