Salome crieth

"Gentlemen and women of the Epoch," crieth Salome,
"behold in my hand that I hold the Egg of Cockatrice by its crest," 
she insisteth this reality upon earth:
"which concealeth injuriously the Easter secrets of many, many reincarnations;
yet its kernel concealeth not a grain of paradise, I tell…
but emptinesses alike the prophets hollowed tongues."
in her hand, the tongueless head of Jokanaan.
the 12 leaping priest-soldiers came then to take her away to the water cistern where madness of desert hearts dwelleth in this earth.