Like ivy climbing you wrapped your cunning about
The tender bark of the forbidden tree
Luring into its shade the naked lout
To sow the seed of Death in Arcady:
And away you slid, exultant, happy, hot
To spread your sticky poison like a trap
To catch his progeny: like a glossy knot
That punished Laocoon and the two sons in his lap.
In the wilderness you whistled after Another
And tried to hold him in your bold intelligent stare
But you in turn were transfixed. It was our Savior
Who drew you to him, limp in the still air
Wound you around his body like a sculptured torque
To squeeze the poison from your lethal fork.
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