Deuce
A hand from on high works with methods elliptic
invisible pulleys beneath the arena.
For here is the tomb, open doors and create
the evolution of deus ex makina.
He lays down the word for a trice apocalyptic,
looks over not knowing what his good book would mean,
saying pop the top and see her immaculate
as absolution of deux de machine.
The beast and the bone man turn back to the triptych.
The descending dove’s child bursts on the scene,
eclipsing the heavens, open to annunciate
the retribution that’s due the machine.
What gives and takes remains for commoners cryptic.
The bride holds and ponders her bachelor’s paean,
after seconds she sinks in the vault to await
the dissolution, and do the machine.