Mercury’s Emperor

by James Himberger Before him a desertCrowned in glassScratching its lifeFrom the dim beamsOf the Pleiades.Of what little comesMuch is made of it. The precipice beckons.New modes and disordersHe contemplates.A stone’s throwWill break the feet of clayAnd fell the colossusConstructed against itself. Behind the porticoStatesmen sigh, perplexed.Sprawled on the arms of clocks.When all veils are liftedThere is little that can be done. Amid the shattering … Continue reading Mercury’s Emperor