in an open air arena
below the celestial waxy waxing
the stickmen and shriekers assemble
performing forgery
with lips never sealed
entwined in a ragadang candor
so tonight the enchanters ride
gleaming mantles donned
fingers tight to sorrel-dipped wands
to end the crooked cluster
wicked and eager
to set the hooting court ablaze
© Curtis Ackie 2022
Remedios Varo, La llamada (The Call), 1961
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