di Edith Sitwell (1887-1964)

Ass-Face drank
The asses' milk of the stars...
the millky 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!