Little Lugos goes to school
Not saying a word twelve toys
Censer, lamp, divine feed, conch, tordon, hunting knife,
blackredwhiteyellowgreenblue yak-tail fans
Wants to say something but cannot move his mouth
Winds flying about like untied cords
Little Lugos shouts
And the frightful one draws near
Blood red prideful face of earth. Or a holly berry.
Lugos sits at the southern door of the invisible palace of time.
Three faces...a nine-faceted ruby...
Mystic fire of blissful empty coitus. Upon the flower
Of the hibiscus tree. Out of a drop his hook and arrow,
His noose and bow. His consort the stutter-removing
Malaki of the two lions. In their train are the ten fulfillers.
And they gather now around Lugos the mutable.
On the forehead of each of the helpers 3321
While at their throats 1312; at their hearts 369
And at their navels 81. These numbers emit a strong light
Like a flame from one wick to another: of one taste.
The children watching cry out in terror,
Johnny shall have a new master.
He shall have but a penny a day
Because he can’t work any faster.
They watch as the ten seals melt into ribbons.
Empty hills: unseen deity:
Echo of omaaamahhahahamhahhohphrem.
Rain of flowers. Ten winds move. Secrecies of all the masters:
The eight-petalled heart and its double stem pure.
Little Luga plays the damaru drum. SEESAWMARGERYDAW.