cat calls from the underworld

I'm abdicating my throne, derelict in my duties,
unable to run the universe
like a well-oiled heel on the serpent of time's
scaled-back venom-head.  You might say I've
already
fallen three times and my cross is too heavy to
bear, to carry alone, tears of resignation flow
into
rivers of no return, (But you were dancing yesterday,
what happened between now and then?), The
crown of thorns grow wild, unbalanced columbines of time,
Shostakovitch orchestrates
earth wind and fire,
I am  thoroughly
scourged
by butterfly wings of memory exculpated, access denied.
(No dreamers are taken willingly!)
Where is my flat earth?  Where is the sky if not circling earth
exhaling green demise?

Imprisoned in the black glass of 10000 eruptions,
where day is night--meaningless weights and the distance
of rain breaks ground, I am Persephone forever
gagged and bound, stitched to my lover's arms,
dancing my life away, striptease after striptease,
excuse me please, my audience 
claps and whistles, cat calls
from the underworld,

There are no masks beyond the grave
when your lover is  Mephistopheles.