into the animal event
i have been dragged and well
indeed

every year the same, i guess, except
this time
its me

and like the bull, whos horn, whos unbroken
rage
your hand anointed

when they seize the bodied, lashed and harnessed
nerve by muscle to
the craters edge

as trampled roses bruised into the pass
will grind in
to mud by mountain makers hooves

in magenta-black menstrual blood
my terror
my appetite


//

Socrates: (in Charmides, cont.)

and well indeed into the wrestling-
school of Taureos (where bulls are offerings)

straight down from the temple
of the Queen (of whom nothing is known)

// 153α

καὶ δὴ καὶ εἰς τὴν Ταυρέου παλαίστραν
τὴν καταντικρὺ τοῦ τῆς Βασίλης ἱεροῦ εἰσῆλθον