Momus
Perlenschwein
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 n***s 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