Brisant Revelations (expect the apocalypse)

One of the most startling pieces on William F. DeVault and the Gods of Love's upcoming CD "Nemicorn" is the tribal thunder of this work, which was originally written on a napkin in Pasadena while the poet was waiting to take the stage as a featured guest for one of the legendary Larry Jaffe's poetry nights at one of the cafes there. The piece was about his commitment to his second marriage. Nobody blends Christian theology and Greek mythology in pieces about their lovelife like this guy does.

Alas, "all things turn brown, then black, then grey". But it is, nonetheless, a great poem and a fabulous...dare I say...song? (which, if you are curious, you can listen to at the band's site at MySpace). Make sure to listen to all the pieces there, but this one is amongst them, for now. DeVault's delivery is unique and very compelling. And the drums...the drums...the drums...

Brisant Revelations

expect the apocalypse
if a vow as sacred as I have taken
should prove
mutable in the wills
and winds
and currents of the human heart,
stolen from the fires of a Promethian glory
unshackled to the punishing stone
to atone for the arrogance of hope
and love
and empowering the juggernaut.
actions refracted in colours of a spectrum
that runs not from red to violet
but from osmium to radium
through silver and platinum and gold and rhodium
polished to a rosary of alpha particles
striking ghostly glowing receptors
in a flint and steel approach to making
nuclear fusion of lovers' sweat.
breaking down the waters
to make hydrogen and oxygen,
breathing in the latter
and fusing the former
in a thermonuclear glory
that rises like the sun in a heart
finally released like Glatisant
to stalk the legends of a lost mythology.
where the Gods walk only in tandem.
as it should be.


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