1 Obfuscating , you say, to devils like me
who reads you?
His accent unholy as vampires
contaminating your virginal Holy Words
But, “this devil is more clever than he is thought by some”
says Van Helsing
biting into opacity
feeding off blaspheming throats
bleeding obliquely, melodiously
unfolding in clownish infidelity
to the sacred script of your unassailable tongues.
Scroll the passage: scrawls of agitations, hyphenations, apostrophes,
atrophied words and signs,
subtitles on the page (for those who can only read) parentheses
translations or you — footnote.
He is impenetrable, you say, un-analyzable
says, “it’s no canny to run frae London to the Black Sea we’ a wind ahint ye, as though the
Deil himself were blawin’ on yer sail for his ain purpose”
but as a voice
don’t you hear it?
Even a note
of pinched gyrations of your untainted tongue,
your tidy obfuscations,
bewilder and betray