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