THE MOTHER AT THE SABBATH — 69
Fall down, my baby; worship him with me.
There, go; I give you to his monster kisses!
Take her, my God, my God, my infamy,
My love, my master! take the fruit of me!
—Shrieks every soul and every demon hisses !
Out! out! the ghastly torches of the feast!
Let darkness hide us and the night discover
The shameless mysteries of God grown beast,
The nameless blasphemy, the sliméd East—
Sin incarnated with a leprous lover!
“Hoc est enim ”’—the victim! ah! my womb,
My womb has borne the victim! Now I queen it
To-night upon the damned—thy love makes room,
My goat-head godhead, for my hecatomb !
I am thy mistress, and thy slaves have seen it !
Even as thy cold devouring kisses roll
Over my corpse; I hear its death-cry thrill me!
Thine !—O my God! I render thee the whole,
My broken body and my accursed soul!
Come, come, come, come! Ah! conquer me and
kill me !