Art work by Emily Kray (https://emilykray.com/)
His cramped fingers are fiery columns
concluding in claws.
One of them spears the uterus of heaven,
it slides inside his puggish,
What’s perceptible is the living spiderweb tissue.
The Old Hoofed Devil starts to dance.
Fat, clumsy people awed,
who wear down the confessional,
the walrus-faced inquisitor is leafing through
Johann Weyer's 'Pseudomonarchia Daemonum'
Our reflection backs up screaming
finally, a smoke and fart ridden cave-chimney swallows it.
During motionlessly cleaned,
wakeful summer nights we conjure
the coiled snake that is searching for its own tail,
the snow white, winged bull,
nurse Sekhmet, the howling wolves in the dilated night,
the scorpions of the already cold moon, the phalanx of the stone
The Lady ties a faint wreath of flowers
that is wet from the saliva
of a snail
to the meek goat's horns.
A stone idol is carved in the place of the Almighty,
(and plastic pipes cut to size).
The peasant dumbly, blindly, deafly copulates
(the whole Universe tastes like fox, smells like muck,
feels like frozen tin plates, nevertheless)
for the approaching violin music
the Old Hoofed Devil starts dancing again.
Translated by Gabor Gyukics
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) is a poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem) válaszok, A Nap és Holderők egyensúlya. New: Kiterített rókabőr. English poems published in: Quail Bell Magazine, Lumin Journal, Moonchild Magazine, Scum Gentry Magazine, Pussy Magic, The Zen Space, Crêpe & Penn, Briars Lit, Acclamation Point, Truly U, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, Lots of Light Literary Foundation, Honey Mag, Theta Wave, Re-side. Known for spiritualist mediums, art and explores the relationship with magic.
Read other published work: https://www.allearsindia.com/weekly-publications
Edited by: Samiksha Ransom (https://www.instagram.com/samiksha_ransom/)