Does Benjamin’s angel of history
Have feathers like Quetzalcoatl?
Flying through the realms
Serpents — by way of Asclepius,
The Nazarene’s progenitor —
Symbolize Jesus as well
Ophidians, those Gnostics, Worshipped him as a snake
The serpent who taught you to think
In the garden
Like Q and Benjamin’s angel
He’d repair the world — make whole
And heal —
That angel, though, can’t close its wings
So trapped as it is
In history’s storm
That’s blasting out of paradise
The realm of unknown viruses —
As Benjamin says, an emergency brake
Could stop these winds
Allowing old Quetzalcoatl
The healer
To set down on this wasted ground
And vivify it anew
The imminent immanence —
But who will pull the handle?
The novel corona?
Or is that but the cue
For the true Q —
Now forming
