So It Is That The Gods Do

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.