The Presbytery Has Lost None Of Its Charm …

The presbytery has lost none of its charm
Nor how a garden’s radiance can disarm,
Restoring hand to dog, and bridle to stallion:
But this explanation fails this mystery.
A plague on insight that cracks your talons,
The analysis that dispels your sense of alarm,
Wearing a preposterous cop’s cap for a perm,
Pointing out here the just and there the felon.
No explanation can redeem a mystery
I prefer the faded charms of the presbytery
And the sham radiance of a famous garden;
I prefer (it’s in my nature) the shuddery
Of fear obliterated by this tiny thief’s particularity
to blatancy and fame, like some lamp of Aladdin.