Semblance
By Lukas Bacho
After John Milton & sam sax
taste me / once thy master’s soldier stumbling from the sky / now
 possessing the serpent / for its subtilty / its storied curse / call me
 spirited / sly / slender-stalked gay carnation in thy forest of fragrances /
 incensing thy innocence / before i ever spied you / i was conceived
 by the snaky sorceress at the gate / & together we begat the cessation
 of breath itself / you call it incest / i call it theodicy / my nearest mate
 suffered beside me but you lost him / in the narrative / silly how story alone
 includes an S / as in sacred / or salacious / i slipped before you
 spake / i slunk before you sinned / rose from the mist / trespassed to still
 thy stutter / & supplant it with science / studies show my stereotypical
 sibilance / is not a lisp / but a skewed spectrum / phosphorescence
 that steered you into superstition / & sullied thy discernment / still you
 transubstantiate me / a scapegoat / a sacrament / a sodomizing steersman
 of supernal offence / you ask how i express sapient sense / i ask you
 whence you’re from / & to where you shall return / whose skin the Son
 dressed you in / sever the S from skin & you get kin / how’s that for
 semantics / these days you sow secularity / & the seed sure bruises
 the stanza segments the symbolism / so trust my consonance / my
 skepticism of spouses / my serpentine ampersands / you call me
 hell’s possessor / & i ask you who invented possession / translated it
 as subduction / when you next scratch thy sleek enameled throat
 in remembrance of me / just remember i didn’t always speak
 like this / i once glistered like you / like you / i am an apostate of the dust.
Source: Poetry (January 2022)


