The Fieldstone Review

Apotropaic

by James W. Wood

I

Into the magic circle,
the alchemist and his pentacle
to propagate wealth,
turn dross to gold.
His mixture of merds,
blood and leaves, potions
and spells all fell
to nothing more
than ridicule and scorn.

II

Into the magic circle,
the professors and their particles
to dominate: I am death,
destroyer of worlds.
Their sky-burst ripped
Earth a new sun, gave motion
to fiends in hell, boiled
skin, faith and bone. Their laws
conjured Mammon to be born.