The testing of eyeball or ass-skin ointments:
the stimulations of presidents and emperors
turned out to be about theology... By Jove!
All that group stroke-stumble-stroke,
the reading of polished chicken bones
tossed upon jade-green marble,
the too-ketchupy summer homes....
Mentors came into play, knives thrown,
luck was pushed, and rain came down
like worst-thing-has-happened music.
There was little to do but gaze.