The Golden Calf
Add thirty degrees
Onto Taurus we go
His red starry eye
As above, so below
Mirrors Aldebaran’s gaseous glow
His horns welcomed the sunrise
For over two thousand years
His great clapper bell
sounding his path
His right front leg
rests atop a tall mast
Where Cancer emerges
From the water at last
This zodiac speaks
From a time long before
Zebulon’s haven
Solomans Ship
A womb for a king
To sail through the flood
And be born again..