Torch Song

Nature
does not express
opinions,
she
asserts herself
with whatever force
is necessary
to explode
the billion screaming hearts
tendered from her wellsprung artistry.
Nature
does not engage in philosophy
or debates,
she, unbridled, the husbandless pagan,
teems and throbs
and pulses
and sculpts
and shapes
according to ingrown design,
symmetry
wedded
to Mystery’s
magma-infused bones.
Nature
does not catalog
or subscribe,
her order is of the infinite variety,
the fathomless bask
refraining multitudes,
method to the madness
of her recursive cast
and die,
the consummate artist,
inhabiting every form and style,
supplying an endless bounty
and siege of mastepieces,
to cherish, in the way
a  wrinkly newborn stares burning
ancient pink into its mother’s eyes
for the first time,
the phenomena of torch
passed
and duly revived.
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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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