The King's Charity Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

'O where is my dauphin?
There in the castle where the King does lay'
I dream of H/him every night
The same dream
and one long night
stretched out and segmented
chopped to pieces
bound and tied
cut and viciously so
until there was only daylight
the Moon left
betrayed by the Sun
and Mercury
flying with fleetness
could not re-marry them
shielding H/his light from her
until Charity was eclipsed and collapsed
The seven planets bow their heads
and allow generations of stars to rule
do not fear the apocalypse when it comes
do not fear the apocalypse when it comes, my love
he never sleeps nor slumbers
ne crains pas l'apocalypse quand elle viendra, mon amour
אל תפחד מהאפוקליפסה כשזה מגיע, אהובי
Quiet flowers spread their petals and sepals
A box of dudaim - violets and mandrakes
will take us to the entrance of H/his palace
a dove spreads its wings in the shape of fluttering thumbs
glittering birds emerge with jewels inside their mouths
move in muramation towards the orchard
He re-unites the Sun with the Moon
sharing the same size and crown
and his Charity overflows the treasure-house