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’s 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!