Ode To Saint Julian The Hospitalier

oh julian, 
like adam through a savage mirror

blood scent caught on the wind, hooves tickling your ear,

you stood naked and muddy in a sylvan garden

gnashing your teeth at writhing beasts

salivating over wriggling masses at your feet
see now that the curse was only meet?
how else would you have found your way?
to altruism’s gain, a release from babylon’s chains