Fausta in the Third Heaven

Your father, your brother, Crispus, now this Oh Fausta, are you in the third heaven? In the body or not? Eusebius knows Were you there on that hill When the virgin-born king became Quirinus? Now Remus the brother in Christ returns As Zeus raped Leda, Christ rapes the world Beneath the temple of mirrors, a flower is hidden Did I see you smiling In the ruins of the Serapeum? In hoc signo vinces We know the lion by its claw After the council of Nicaea, Constantine boiled Fausta alive In Rembrandt’s Rape of Proserpina, there is a sky behind the sky