Beelzebub and Lucifer are dead, cry
The derry, the demons are drowning, a
Drumhead call; Beelzebub and Lucifer
Have fled, hail the morrow, the heavens

Are breaking, chains unborn, melting
Were the fetters of the lilac tallow; Gog
And Magog are lost, rove the chalice,
Empyrean mantle raining down on wolds

Unseen. Auguries thus spent, Antichrist
Armies fading in the night, a glistening
Star whereon the sun doth fall; an eagle
Is soaring, the doom evanescing, lucent

Were the oceans on beads of callow dew.
Beelzebub and Lucifer are slain, no more
The Kraken, a cryptic crowning on the
Moor of Ilium. The newborn babe, a diss-

Olving cantil, transcendent azure zones
Where angels dance in hallowed light; and
All about the silence of the dappled dawn
Sing the ethereal hearth songs of eternity

David Penner’s articles on politics and health care have appeared in Dissident Voice, CounterPunch, Global Research, The Saker blog, OffGuardian and KevinMD; while his poetry can be found at Dissident Voice, Mad in America, and Also a photographer, he is the author of three books of portraiture: Faces of The New Economy, Faces of Manhattan Island, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at Read other articles by David.