On the Feast of the Pandemic Holy Trinity: On the Office of the Poet
It
is
our
job
to
be
The Poet.
Set
us
free
in
the
prisons
of
our
hearts.
Know
The Poet
has
learned
the
life
lesson
of
our
Six
Winged
Ancestors:
of
how
little
we
know.
In
Pandemic
he
is
set
free,
liberated,
for
all
the
world
to
hear.
“Now there was a great wind...
but the Lord was not in the wind,
the wind,
And after the wind an earthquake,
but the Lord was not in the earthquake,
the earthquake,
and after the earthquake a fire,
but the Lord was not in the fire,
the fire,
and after the fire a sound,
a sound,
a sound of sheer silence,
sheer silence,
silence,
Write
the
fire.
Hear
the
sound
of
the
Silence.
It
is
why
we
are
here.
The
Office
to
which
we
are
called.
Our
Ancestors
have
stood
here.
They
gifted
us
form,
pattern,
wisdom.
The
love
of
learning
for
its
own
intrinsic
sake.
Speaking
truth
to
power.
They
stand
with
us.
Six
Winged.
Our
Ancestors
task
us.
Task
us
to
call
you.
Call
you
The Poets of our Age.
All
you
who
have
not
“bowed the knee to Baal”. [2]
There
are
seven
thousand
of
you. [3]
Honour
the
vocation
of
your
heart.
Be
the
Poet
of
your
calling.
We
go
deeper.
Slowly,
deep
deep,
deep,
lubed
in
the
purple
velvet
pavilions
of
our
hearts.
Who
stands
as
our
Witness?
Every
Black
Poet.
Every
LGBTQ+
Poet [sic].
Strengthen
the
bar.
Every
minute.
In
excoriating
detail
pursue
standards.
Go
deeper,
deeper,
deeper,
than
the
boundaries
of
our
imaginations
have
ever
dared
travel
before.
If
the
Poets
cannot
imagine
what
a
better
world
looks
like,
how
is
it
ever
going
to
happen?
It
is
our
Vocation.
Duty.
Task.
To
liberate
a
Trinity
of
Beauty
into
an
Ugly
world.
Not
to
write
is
an
act
of
disobedience.
We
were
promised
a
“Golden Age”.
We
are
“levelling up”
on
that
promise.
This
will
be
a
“Golden Age of Parody and Satire”.
Where
we
will
torch
all
Lies
in
the
furnaces
and
the
Fires.
In
tough
tight
words,
we
wrap
Trinity’s
Purple
Beauty
in
pungent
painful
blood
stained
Truth.
© Lottie E. Allen
On the Feast of the Pandemic Holy Trinity
Sunday 7 June
In the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty
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