Impromptu: Reporting from La Mancha

For Max Pizarro

I

God almighty! The puissant progress of it all! Arch-mad with digits,
The 20th century summed up through a fogged pane of sky-blue limits,
Its typeset changes out each Pater Noster for news, front-page and back.

These are outside happenings which remand nothing—for thou art
Naught to me! Yet they require my innermost fealty of stone-to-heart,
Even as the stone grows smaller, harder, more cardiac.
II

I was a Roman Catholic infant in my time, the wooden splinters
Of my cribbed cross a plastic rip-off, too much like the cheap white collars
That parsons and pardoners go about detaching from the present. 

But bitterness stands not so tall.  No, not in the saddle. Who am I
But one who sleeps and rides a nightmare, anorexic and shadowy,
Of sword and cross? Who am I—Sancho?
                                     A too modern, too silent 

Cipher sweat-beading full-tilt at wind-steepled surfaces. Yes, between
Guilt’s breath, my sin’s interim will game to play on purity and preen
With impatience. (The old pearl-quest of knighthood—too fusty, I know.)

Abolished manliness, meanwhile, locks itself in Castle Desperation
Like naked Adam bound in his bonds, rooking his racked and
blood-checked brain.
Ah, who can see beyond the visored vizier’s human frontier? Sancho?

III

I confess now I’ve pen and inked my lance for freer, less forgiving furrows
Than Camelot, itself now a bank of kitschy Caesarian casinos,
Its indigenous emeralds inking blowzy pulp into federal mint.

And ordinary time papers over the heart’s continual round of feasting;
While the moveable feast rivets fonts of pleasure into time’s clock spring—
So, God help me, let time feast away at flesh, but I pray this heart’s flint

Falls like stone, this joust-jouncing errant’s, saddle-rousted by love
--God’s lance.
Joseph O'Brien

Joseph O’Brien lives on his rural homestead in Soldiers Grove, WI with his wife Cecilia. Together they are having the time of their lives raising hell with their eight children: Barbara, Seamus, Bernadette, Norah, Liam, Anastasia, Mara Naomi, and Lucy. He is currently working as staff writer for The Catholic Times, newspaper of the Diocese of La Crosse, WI.

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