The New Compass: A Critical Review
Poems
Turner Cassity
Death is a sort of Schlieffen Plan.*
It pivots on
the young and sweeps the outer edges,
Who are we. Outside the span
Of
threescore years and ten, do not its stages
Coerce us
ever toward the
How could
you, Count, on campaign maps have failed to see
You drew a
sickle, with its fix
Increasingly
on reapings grimly sure to be?
And though
some few of us become
Tight
pockets of resistance, we are not the
The
Juggernaut rolls on, a
That never
ends, or ends in that putrescent tarn
Senescence
is and
The Pendulum
whose fatal pace
Not either
discipline or mutiny can slow,
And Time
creates of any space.
*Alfred,
Count von Schlieffen (1833-1913). Prussian
field marshal. He advocated the plan which bears his name (1895), on
which German tactics were unsuccessfully based in World War I. He envisaged a
German breakthrough in
Gods have
the wrong attendants. Why should Mars
Not have the
Muses? No one ever called
The Iliad
a hymn to peace, or said
Art has no
wars. Miscast, Eros attends,
Who most of
all should have attendants, first
Among
them Mammon. Most of scholarship
Not being in
the least original,
The owl
whose tenure is beside the ear
Of wisdom
any parrot could contest;
And Ceres as
a deity of grain
Has ram’s
horn as a cornucopia,
A
nod to mutton. Javelin, the flash
Upraised in
Zeus’s hand is no more apt
In
signifying than the triple threat
Of
A trident
gleams in firelight; bidents shine
In
water. Each could substitute for each
(As Roman names
can substitute for Greek).
And does the
Father serve the Holy Ghost,
Or with the
Holy Ghost attend the Son?
Jehovah’s
service from the earliest
Has held out
for the nothing less than all,
Defaulting
to the priestesses of Baal.
Mohammed,
prophet of, not son of God,
Is
outside these assessments. Buddha’s tree
Was in
Siddhartha’s servitude as shade;
A lifeless
canopy would serve as well.
One god, of
course, will never lack for shade.
Has he a
name? Yes, many, but is one:
More uniform
than any other god.
And all of
us, in our variety
So
inappropriate as hangers-on,
End facing eastward, supine at his feet.
Cassity, Turner. “Poems.” The New Compass: A Critical Review 1
(June 2003) <http://www.thenewcompass.ca/jun2003/cassity.html>