Bacchus and the nymphs:
saw it with these eyes.
Having seen it I don't need a
stiff rod to lash me into song.
Polymorphous perversity rules:
nay-sayers are turned into asses,
ash. All that flows, insinuates
into our lives; all frenzy is yours;
ours the party the dancers inherit.
Even death's triple-tongued dog
dances to your tune.