pastiche project - OLSON 2

I


                              I rase myself

ASHURNASIRPAL under the doorstone

of yr palace


the slaves of Nineveh evacuate the

former city

          The new supreme is

over shells raising

the cosmoses between the shells whose

meeting

                on the orient

                relieving stones


                a Clarifying way to eat


in the banquet scene

above my wings


            I bless yr banquet's edibalia


            the edibalia forever nourishing

            the slaves as they haul the palace stones


let nothing but the clarified move

among the palace



a fist of

    air over head

       hastens

          us

            forwards

                in

                  the west

                    and over

                        the stele

                              forms


thinking up there

in the air

we love


                  Ashurnasirpal's feast


                                                           the palace

is building all along the extent of a river


II


The sun

come up in

th'east awash

white with no trace

of what

i make below

the meridian.

Mars a day ago

driving out

what wants to remain in        what

Venus tries to keep in            setting stones

down on an uninhabited island

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