a figure of Death happily dancing in the Victoria and Albert Museum, London
PAYBACK (Dance of Death, part 1)
How the bearded ones
Disdain our life world,
Shudder at this percussion of coupling,
Grimace at this copulating dance.
How they scurry
Into their sanctuary of hate.
The last oasis will not, ever, bloom
Over these rank wells of bitterness.
The virgins will never suffer your touch:
Buttocks will breed fattened worms,
Breasts exude rot,
Lips will fall apart at a touch,
Repaying your delight in death.