XXIII

And every trace of the fresh butchery

And cooking, the God soon made disappear,

As if it all had vanished through the sky;

He burned the hoofs and horns and head and hair,—

The insatiate fire devoured them hungrily;—

And when he saw that everything was clear,

He quenched the coal, and trampled the black dust,

And in the stream his bloody sandals tossed.