Anno Domini

My ghastly reflected appeal in the creeping wine at my broken, pierced feet
Isis careless and quicksilver glides with cracked amphora
Aeons haloed in mirthless smile
Blood sun low o'er Julius' feast
Oh thorny Jerusalem!
At whose behest might be ecstatic deliverance? And whence the cloven thieves?

The cross falls, world washed weary white
Black larks tumble
Anno Domini