Sep 082013
Muse, you have bitten through my fool’s-finger.
Maned like a lioness you held it
In your white teeth most lovingly
And I stared hack, dauntless and fiery-eyed,
Challenging you to maim me for my pride.
See me a fulvous hero of nine fingers,
Sufficient grasp for bow and arrow.
My beard bristles in exultation:
Let all Nemea look and understand
Why you have set your mark on this right hand.
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