Turn and face the strange
A new poem from Sannion, partly about the castrati. 🙂
The official religion of Italy is,
and has been since Rome fell,
Catholicism – but unofficially
every Italian worships Beauty,
the fortunate child of Bacchus and Venus,
and understands that Beauty is a jealous God
demanding everything of its acolytes.
“What are some testicles,”
juggling Arlecchino quips,
“compared to the chance of becoming
transcendent Beauty’s earthen vessel?
Men have sacrificed much more
for far less.”
Then the Bergamine removes
his rough fig-wood mask,
reveals the tender face of Orpheus beneath,
and begins singing a lamentation
for a Carthaginian queen.