a poem called "ex cathedra"

EX CATHEDRA

the holy ghost covered its eyes
  with the palms of murdered children:
   behold! said I
and the holy ghost spake
ex cathedra
  my heart, my blessed temple
  and the holy ghost sounded
the horns of the Lord
    there
    within.

what a beautiful clangor
     there was -
     and suddenly dropped -
a noose from the beam of the earth!
   the hole opened the earth
   and at holy ghosts' behest 
   and I too spake soon with vapour
 out into there,
  into the cold realm, 
   the dying word of nights.

  so i did for the sake of my Lord.
 
   yes,
 an echo framed the night-sky
   and like a burglar in the night of zodiac
  i disappear -
     with the pitcher of aquarius!
  poured, did i , the water therein
    into the stream of worlds' all mouths - and  
 the holy ghost vanished
       under my rains, the sulphur of soul!
    
         boiled to broth and fat
          in the aether-caudron
      the holy ghost became
         the sustenance of the djinn!
          which threw their balls of fire
             over taiga, steppe and storm -
         no longer reign i
            ex cathedra -
            and the holy ghost abandoned...

    so it did for the sake of its Lord.