Deep in myth, these galleries keep their counsel
but re-distribute all the elements.
Nymph rides goat, at-tended by a satyr
who pats her rump to help her keep her seat;
putto rides goat, attended by a nymph.
Two other satyrs from behind a bush
leer at a nymph reclining in a grot.
By a Maenadic, irrepressibly
chortling nurse-attendant, infant Bacchus
is given wine to drink. And over here
Eurydice sees the vi-per, lifts her skirt,
scurries”in vain, we know, but she does not.
This story isn’t over yet. Behind them
all, a massive hilltop fortress built
of solid stone is somehow catching fire.
Perspective, possibilities peel back:
reluctantly we leave one world, reen-ter
another, where we have already seen
stone burning and a crane collapsing. Now
get ready for the sea-son of the snake.
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