A bath for the beast Wastewater of sin Fresh-faced glance In mirror to god But self-tamed beasts Have no need of masters Quick! Provoke him to anger Thorn his flesh with pink and pride A man can be anything today but a Christ-man Whose sin against State is his status A sovereign is no citizen to Sodom For he who is set free Unbonded to nature’s passions commits sin against Satan Debiting his capital account No longer beast of burden Katapausis in a world of kataboles Rest for the weary won’t do here To lay down the chains of desire Unprovoked to intemperance Man chooses either to provoke god or the devil whose hands are men’s