Rembrandt, "Adoration of the Magi," 1632
Look, I’m not sure we ought to be here now
She’s just given birth, for pity’s sake, man!
Don’t look at me that way, with furrowed brow
Instead, turn your eyes upward: heaven scan
That’s how you led us on this mad campaign
Insisting that celestial bodies
Foretold the devil’s loss and our good gain;
Old Balthazar there sang sweet melodies
Assuring me of a journey heroic
But I have saddle sores and malaria
Does that bawling wretch sound messianic?!?
I think we’d better clear the area
Gold, frankincense, myrrh, a pounding headache;
Was this whole expedition a mistake?
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
HA! All this way for this?
Such a clever idea, so well executed. Great work
This was well-crafted, DJ! Love it! 💌🌟
I think I lack the context to understanding this 😅😅