Konx Om Pax

THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 79 OVARIOTOMY I LOVE you, lass, and you alone. What shall I say now death and life Wrangle before the jasper throne And cry to God to end the strife? Kind words? a little good advice? Patience, and fortitude, and prayer? Tracts are so suitable, and nice? “ Dear chyild, there’ll be no parting there ! "P O bourgeoisie! you read no doubt, But still you have a lot to learn. I am a lover, not a lout. My thoughts take quite another turn. I who have bitten through your skin Envy the surgeon who could dip His deft and conscious fingers in Your bowels, and twitch a scornful lip. I would have paddled in you, played Childlike and cloudless of your pain. I would have kissed the wound, and made A pleasant ripple in your brain. Within the startling lovelier mouth New-cut my brother torch should flare And pour to ease its awful drouth The poison of a Baudelaire.