Apocalypses. Salome

Salome,

dance for me

dance of sense and blasphemy!

Raven hails,

heaven fails,

when you start your “Seven Veils Dance”.

                Dance!

 

I could risk my own neck for your pageant,

Nothing means to me the prophet’s head…  (Get it!)

 

One veil falls -

so do walls,

ground cracks and gaze the skulls.

Second’s out –

North and South,

West and East they flame and shout: "Dance!"

                Dance!

 

Third veil’s down and I can’t stand the fever,

fillings melt, saliva boils out. ..   (Lookout!)

 

 

Drop the fourth,

shake the earth,

Woman, show me what you worth!

Twist and spin,

burn within,

Fifth! And further –only skin…

                Dance!

 

New veil falls and it’s the Danse Macabre:

dead head clatters rhythm, I fall in lust     (with you)

 

Seventh veil –

Heaven’s fail –

Wormwood star’s unholy tail…

Salome,

dance for me

dance of sense and blasphemy!