the consummation of two vessels

is dangerous only when sight blinks into focus,

all hell revealed. little archangel of

the girls damned existence for milk of the Earth-mother;

they cut up Bacchus, whiskey, cradle—

the liberating dance takes back from

ignorant creatures, and wounds

religious books that spit gaunt opinions.

come, and vow new literature:

scarlet heat spins starry talk.

at this be changed,

a bacchanalia for barbarism.

in with fresh horizon, come a new

romance of dark, and changed

friendship; she holds her lover at dawn,

look how girls danced again, kissing under the rocky moon.