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when saturn meets venus

she wears a long black dress
no jewels or smiles a silver gleam from her eyes
her austerity strikes him, too
she invites him to sit on the red velvet throne
bends and attentively listens

“the south west tribe wants to devour part of the empire
right above on your right the virgins are screaming
all the way down to arcimboldo’s right cheek, rigid as chalk
behind your back an army is gathering
from the north they have tied trees around your liver
so that you cannot see their camps
in the center the 13-headed monster is sucking down your self
to dress it and hide - no one can recognize it in its plundering
bad advisors sold your soul cheap at the eastern market
exchanging it for scented colorful tricks
out of the west rises a star
and in your clear heart few and faithful will remain”

her vestals bring in green tea
and fruits are offered to the mighty god
his body massaged with perfumed oil
and venus lets her tears become steam
to help him warm his cold projections