Blue Skys

Plutonian Ode

by Allen Ginsberg

What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing
under the Sun?
At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative, Scientific theme
First penned unmindful by Doctor Seaborg with poisonous hand, named
for Death’s planet through the sea beyond Uranus whose chthonic ore fathers this magma-teared Lord of Hades, Sire of avenging Furies, billionaire Hell-King worshipped once with black sheep throats cut,
priests’s face averted from underground mysteries in single temple at Eleusis, Spring-green Persephone nuptialed to his inevitable Shade, Demeter mother of asphodel weeping dew, her daughter stored in salty caverns under white snow, black hail, grey winter rain or Polar ice, immemorable seasons before Fish flew in Heaven, before a Ram died by
the starry bush, before the Bull stamped sky and earth or Twins
inscribed their memories in clay or Crab’d flood washed memory from
the skull, or Lion sniffed the lilac breeze in Eden–

Before the Great Year began turning its twelve signs, ere constellations wheeled for twenty-four thousand sunny years slowly round their
axis in Sagittarius, one hundred  sixty-seven thousand times returning
to this night