(The Demonic Dwellers from Hell; the Charnel House)
May, the month
of May, derives from Maia which comes from
Hell; and the Greek Goddess Maia; the bright star, Good Mother! That’s May all over.
In May you can hear the Demonic Dwellers
howling from their
charnel house, their barracks in Hell…
In May you can even see the shimmer of their
shadows, as they
seep out one by one, under the
Midsummer Moon:
In a continuous flow, naked as jaybirds,
covered with slush and
mud from their yearlong confinement, looking at each other, From end to
end: from head to toe, as if for some respective
directions.
Far from the door ajar, they explore.
As the Month of May passes, they shrivel and
shrivel more and
more, then brought back to the crack
of that corpse like door,
all back swelling in the charnel house once more:
Thus, no one need bother, nor worry about the
Demonic Dwellers of
Hell, nature has forbidden them to remain on earth’s soil.
They have no deathbed you see, and how often
I have seen their
heads swing out through that door in the
Month of May—the Bone Built doors, heavy boned, banging their heads against the
jambs: for they are tall and thin, cross-eyed, small and pointed Ears on their heads, heads shaped like needle pins, coned heads
that is.
Thus the door shuts and the room once more is
no longer vacant, it
is full again: edge to edge—up to the brim, the rim, of the walled In
barracks—and it should be said: the Imps
of Hell, are finished, They have now disinfected the enormous room, for you
can’t be too
careful even in Hell, a large family
indeed, who live like pigs, oh Such unsavory ways.
#3467 (11-18-2012)
