Konx Om Pax

THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 87 Unveil the Pyramid of Stone! He simply wants to be alone. Women suspect it. Tell one that To change her to a frenzied cat! ’Tis the one cliflwhere all their waves Break back to spumed and shattered graves. A man (at heart they’re well aware) May love, maybe! can never care. I bore you with an old fool’s prosing? No? I was right, then, in supposing Modern conditions hamper youths Who seek to grasp these simple Truths. But to my yarn. Carlotta lay So sleepy-soft one summer’s day That really I could not resist it. I took the dagger out and kissed it. Like a cat’s tongue that daintily laps, I slipped it in between her paps. At first, of course, the shrieking swerves One’s thought: it irritates the nerves; And out of tone the laughter lies At the poor innocent’s surprise. But soon there triumphs cool and clean The touching pathos of the scene. No word of anger, be assured! A strange soft wonder, long immured Within her, lit her lovely face With something of Our Lady’s grace. “ What did you kill me for, my Lord?” As if my answer must accord