THE FIRST POEM

In nature
of a chord
and nomenclature
the grace of solitude
from a diluvian mood
of flood on the horizon
from the earth's denizens
of up and coming citizens
some east or west of Eden
like blessed Daniel
among the wild beasts
in the lion's den
he still heard from a loyal king
with a crown of Royal lineage
of Sion who saved him,
like the martyr St. Stephen
we listen to the son's word
with an absent question
in answer of a suggestion
we renounce the enemy
of our nature's soul
against all causes of bigotry
in the laws of liberty
from Babylon's sentry
in the Puritan's guessing ways
of unfriendly guests at Sodom
as in John Milton's entry
for a haven's kingdom
of heaven's press freedom.