The pagan's
Moment
Arrive
He
And the six
Women of the group
Touched by
The
Archetype
Holocausted
Their way
Into nakedness
To the myth miracle
of simultaneous orgasm
And then
In that same moment
Of splendid light
They descended into
Blackish hell
And then there
They stood
Facing each other
Tucking their skins
Back into their clothes
Hushing up
The frailness of their flesh
And watching
The
Gods
Go stealthily away
Whistling and gone
Left is the clay
Still dripping
With mud and guilt.