#2417 -- yet another last judgement

 

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14.viii.26

yet another last judgement

ekphrastic for Hieronymous Bosch van Aken’s c. 1550 ‘Last Judgement’

 

some bestial business, the antics of insects

 

the gulp, the excrescence

 

a certain amount of skull

ladder to the open egg

 

mainly it’s sex

 

the monkey faces

and everyone surrenders to

this is how it goes

 

some are pregnant, some give birth

 

little thrones for minor demons

 

 

you get an arrow in the bum

there’s a trumpet there too

knives to make the point

 

pig in nun’s habit for your pleasure

 

some protect themselves from the sun

   with long playing records

 

duck, crouch down

 

bags of wind, punishment queues

surfing on a tide of blood

all thw magic tricks

 

lie down – be consumed

 

do it

you know you want to

 

the ones with wings prod you on

 

and it’s the last chance

 

spill the entrails

become a tree

 

the city is burning just as imagined

 

that just happens to be how we’re here

 

there are a few sleep through it all

they know life is but a dream