"With bubbles of Brahmanic unctions
opened your bed of Spring,
before a lubricated rite of panthers
and an erection of male symbols...
"At the tragic brilliance of the hatchets
waved the dance of the ballerinas from
India among the apotheosis of Flags
and from a thunderous sinister of lions...
"Burned the poem in nuptial praise of
your passing a hymn of shining trumpets...
Over my heart, the priests from Xerxes
"Unctioned your sandal, the urn of satin,
at a time when a hundred white elephants
twisted their trunks towards the sunset."