New disasters join us
to the old chaos. The hardware
of pain. The torturer's chain.
Flashlight, the dog.
There are no cloisters left
to pray for us. Astrologers
help out the little they can.
By their customary
indirection: Luna is with Antares.
A violent fixed star, next to
the malefics. Mars is in Aries
in his eighth house. And his
Midheaven progresses to
the grill's sizzle. Testicular
electrodes. The sun is a merciless
engine, rubbing its hands.
By Robert Bense