What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
On a motif of an Attic urn
This lonely hunter on the Attic urn
was frantically scudding through rushed
thoughts across the apocalyptic leaves
of the Occident, was chasing Diana
in Hekate’s avatar
did not waste a moment chased the wolf
away with her flare – Δωδώνη tweeted:
Herakles will drudge and tumble in his
transshirt in oistric fervor he will burn