(34.) FURFUR. - The
Thirty-fourth Spirit is Furfur. He is a Great and Mighty Earl,
appearing in the Form of an Hart with a Fiery Tail. He never speaketh
truth unless he be compelled, or brought up within a triangle, Ò.
Being therein, he will take upon himself the Form of an Angel. Being
bidden, he speaketh with a hoarse voice. Also he will wittingly urge
Love between Man and Woman. He can raise Lightnings and Thunders,
Blasts, and Great Tempestuous Storms. And he giveth True Answers both
of Things Secret and Divine, if commanded. He ruleth over 26 Legions
of Spirits.
The creaking voice
of the lying angel
crooning, owl song
of my father's
old tinsel in the
tree's branches, shining
as the ice melt
gluts the creeks
onion grass and
ramps crawling from the dead world
the truth, spoken
under complusion
whatever did not rot
in the soft wet winter
the house burned
away to ash
and the toad in the
well-head
cafish swimming over
the old washer
the jagged edge of
fill and trash and mosquito larvae in old buckets
and the ceaseless
rain through the oaks
no confession in the
lines of his hieratic scrawl
serif-less,
scrambling line on an envelope
of silence, of
blood-money
praise buzzards and
their naked heads,
their monklike
tonsure,
the way they eat the
hearts of roadkill deer
like a kind of
prayer, head bobbing, wings outstretched
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