I woke up in the morning, alone
Seeing the wanton nymph Barbarous dancing in the sunbeam
Out my Zeus Lykaios cave, giggling at me
“Time’s money. I can’t play with you”
I waived her away, hurrying to wash up
Reflected in the clear water was a face
Hid behind an ossified masquerade
With two grim words writ large on it
“Empty” and “Game”
...
When I shuffled back from Corinth’s factory
In my dusted high-heels
The lonely moon rose high in dark blue sky
I heard Pan’s cry for a sacrifice
I slaughtered the only man in the cave as an offer
Scarlet blood smearing, splashing over the alter
Drop, drop, drop
Pearls of blood hit upon the hard boulder
Tides of darkness swarmed upon my eyes
From distant Corinth came drunken rackets among
Skinny men beefed up by alcoholics and hollow heroics
And shrill-voiced feminism empowered by beers
Clangs, clashes of the emptied beer bottles
Dashing, dying, decaying
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