A torrent of Angel tears drained day's sins
In robe and sandals I walked sweet as redemption
Bare grails were promised my beatific kiss,
silken and cool as the winged Arcadian God's
Ladies! the Judas-like kisses you laughingly gave
were the ass I rode in mock triumph---
Your apostasy stabs like nails.
My heavenly crown floats in the punch bowl.
A camera my Cross as the night closed...
And Julia! Dear Julia!
What of my promise?
Will Angel tears
cleanse my fall?
(Knowing ass made
a mess of it all.)