Of that myth of stony looks, and serpent-heads
With flickering glass tongues;
She, out of Eden’s twisted line,
Unnerving the head God boss,
Caused men’s eyes to roll back into white sockets;
Plied her wild self in lover’s shadows—
Dragged their savior hair, squeezed the blood
Fat and red from the veined bottles;
They hissed at her sins. And the snake-charmer,
Weary of coilings and the milk-teeth,
Cut off her white head while whistling a pliant tune;
And her bough broke, limbs breasted in a wood.
An evil device to human, to nothing like a snake–
A winged horse, glory ascends, poised as an arrow,
Riding the moonlight sky. Did she escape, I wonder?
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