Organ

A hush of which rapture despairs.
Heavy with inhaled solemnity,
a titanic ribcage prepares
to loose its dusty pulmonary,
and exact with a pious delerium
the joyous report of Elysium.

Its initial crusading war cry
is Orphne burning crumpets
or the exasperation of the magi,
an agog Gog that trumpets
heaven's promised spoils
by stretching its medusoid coils.

The lingering fingers are a conferral.
The groggy ogre’s chest,
resembles a bourgeois barrel
during cardiac arrest,
a Swabian drunk’s clutches
after overindulgences.

Then a black bilious targeting
of Samson’s perfidious barber
amalgamates with the gurgling
of his ingenuous slumber,
the undulating knees
of naiads and the sighs of trees.

The mammoth swell and swelter
of a rising, monolithic Eleazar,
te deums, angelic choristas,
the vim of the Bethany sisters,
then one final note, ninety four later,
coordinating cochlea, for the greater.