The Bosch scene is a charcoal room of hell ;
the Conjurer up-carried it with him ;
and three familiars, a duck and owl—
the duck shades in the corner of the scene,
crooknecked, making an orgasm-bill,
echoing the strangely gaping mouth
of one archfiend in human form, who takes
the village elder’s inattentive purse.
Are these normal conmen? Are they gods?
We know the elder’s fooled because
the frogs form in his mouth
and fall onto
in pools of algaeic water.
It is Bosch’s paint-translation
of the proverb:
“No greater fool than a wilful fool.”