Perlenschwein - Momus

There was a golden amphora

Hidden in a baby’s crib in Azerbaijan

With the blacksmith gathering flowers in the wind

General Judas quashed the rebellion of the poodles

'Til he was crushed in turn by General Gingersnap

At an amateur fatalist centre

Ezra Pound was a hipster Hitler

Dispensing arbitrary prejudicial judgments left and right

Kidlat Tahimik and Olaudah Equiano

Drinking flute juice with a geriatric gobbler

On an ark to Singapore

Hidden in an amphora an owl made of pink porcelain

20th century, ultra-Italian

In the communist Asian theatre where folk tales are a thing

An orange Tyro leads the black men of Michelangelo Pistoletto

And three nudes dancing gamely on one leg

They share and share alike

Through Benjamin Britten’s interrupted metamorphosis

A new song at a love moon, and the dances caused by fear

Eternity for little people lasts just thirteen years

I was informed by Monsieur Perlenschwein

Fluttering lovely murderer’s hands

At the Insula Dulcamara

A rotating black sun, an arrow, and a messenger in flames

And I just want to be naked

Distress caused by aridity and the plant-analytic

Cave flower therapist dressed as a big-eared clown

The Olympic Games restaged as a stag rutting performance

While Cardinal Pirelli sings «Oh yeah, and a heap of dung»

I had a dream of hazelraw, they say it’s lucky, for

It makes a dish to set before a queen

Corked up in a golden amphora

Hidden in a baby’s crib in Azerbaijan