Ass-Face drank
The asses’ milk of the stars…
The milky spirals as they sank
From heaven’s saloons and golden bars,
Made a gown
for Columbine,
Spirting down
On sands divine
By the asses’s hide of the sea
(With each tide braying free).
And the beavers building Babel
Beneath each tree’s thin beard,
Said, ‘Is it Cain and Abel
Fighting again we heard?’
It is Ass-Face, Ass—Face,
Drunk on the milk of the stars,
Who will spoil their houses of white lace —
Expelled from the golden bars!