He loved her beautiful, naked… Caged with grapes on a plate and a couch
To recline on. Go on a page… She was Venus. He ordered a slave just to
Break off her arms and her scream was a song that he’d heard in his
Dreams. He sang along as they walked in the woods… with his hand on her
Stump. He felt her warm blood pump out a cure. Made him pure. Made him
Beautiful, naked, caged!
She said, «Jeez, I had this weirdo-wild look in his eyes. Well I done hand
Jobs, band jobs, gland jobs — none of them used chisles. He whistled
As he chipped. And he’d chip away all day. I’d lie back and pout. He’d
Shout — but he wouldn’t take his tie off. He said I looked just like De
Milo — I said ‘Don’t you break my arms!’ but he was harmless and he paid.
How he paid!»
