Madness is not Impossible

the tongues of beasts
wagging with ill-gotten words
        of faith
        of purity

the verve of vulva
obsessive styles
uncluttered by sense
the worldly rise
the Venus         mount
French in extremis

who mounts         such
expeditions but the
MONKS of Camh Ran Bay
        resplendent
in moral terpitude
loose and jazz
INFESTED
        synchronicity

splayed out
as Holy Dust on Ground