Clapton Is God (Homage To Eric Clapton 3)

Poem By Michael Buhagiar

Is still alive at fifty: clean of heroin,
Yet acid back then helped scour the eye
Of scum that sees two lovers sin:
The one hell-black, the other sky.

Life in one take: for the steelsprung arm
Swoops to pluck an Isis and Child
Who wail in pain as they fly from harm
While the flames are a roaring boar beguiled.

Its tusks are old moons no storm can defeat.
For a field of theogony three is enough
Yet three more and three for those years’ triple face.

Lionsnake born to airy Love
By the spark of Caliban he moves in grace,
And a goddess raped might kiss his feet.

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