Archive-name: Poetry/iseult.txt
Archive-author: byron elbows
Archive-title: Iseult


Once upon a time, she whispered:
my four corner seagulls, the apostles of my desire,
will bind your limbs to mine forever with strands of sea
My love will hold your will,
do you not understand?
And then, to the sky:
Oh father forsaken, forgive your childbride!
She has heard the calling, an odd throb
from a human engine at the breakeven point
Do not believe that I cannot make my love
from another

Quhark!  Quhark!  Quhark!  Quhaaaaarkh!
And in the distance shh! peaceful

Now see me, a carnival mark,
the other from which every one is made:
I submit to you---my love---
I have nothing left but a hollow throne,
a comfortable place to sit in my dotage
to watch the weeds seek out the ebbing tide
and see in the reflecting tidepools history replay myself
once again foolish, and young

Lie by my side, my one,
closed eyes run over
with heaving hair and heart---
that stone you may call it, if I do,
and run fingers over it to smooth the caltrops
Say to me, do not come,
and I will run to no avail, listen to you
cry no more
    no more
    no more will kingdom come
and as the walls come crashing down
in spite of your autoerotic admonitions
and rest and soothe upon your thighs
in blood and tears riverrun
I hear helplessly (as do all fallen kings)
the whine of ecstasy flow into my ear

(c) 16 Apr 1993
byron elbows
(mail to brian@cs.ucla.edu)
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