I know his life better than my own -
The conquests and failures, the sordid stone
He overturned at the edge of the shimmering sea
Where all Catholic sin was confessed on a bent knee,
How he rejected it all and followed desire
Because every admonition was an obvious lie,
The only truth being the goat's horn
And the havoc of lust wreaked among the corn.

An act of force or a merry jape,
The two-backed beast or the doggy rape,
All was one in a drunken swirl
When the frenzied boar pleasured the girl
Then, foaming mouthed, entered the sea:
The unrepentant god forgives himself -
            incest, lust, all carnality.