~ after Hieronymous Bosch, 1494
An alchemy of vision for the coming times—
Gifts studded with precious ore and pearls, yes,
enough perhaps to pay their passage into Egypt.
But gifts, too, adorned with scenes of
sacrifice.
And bitter myrrh,
herb used to prepare the body for embalming. Gold
from the mines of Africa and Arabia.
Frankincense,
burnt in thuribles to accompany
souls to the afterlife.
In the distance, armies ride, combing the countryside
for male infants under the age of two.
But evil
already lurks closer. We can see its naked
form, adorned with gilt and chains
and a toad-
encrusted bell. Joseph tends to the swaddling
clothes near a warming fire.
In the fields,
a wolf devours a human and no one comes
to his aid.
Only the woman
with the child on her lap
looks unperturbed, or she has understood
her part.
Such a small figure, thrust into the maw
of mortal time.
And under a pendulous star, a city
which will endure
countless instances of fire and siege.