ASS-FACE drank The asses' milk of the stars . . . The milky spirals as they sank From heaven's saloons and golden bars, Made a gown For Columbine, Spirting down On sands divine By the asses' hide of the sea (With each tide braying free). And the beavers building Babel Beneath each tree's thin beard, Said, "Is it Cain and Abel Fighting again we heard?" It is Ass-face, Ass-face, Drunk on the milk of the stars, Who will spoil their houses of white lace -- Expelled from the golden bars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN AGAIN by KAREN SWENSON OLD IRONSIDES by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |