Peony
Soar with me, gentle reader, to the heightsOf Mount Olympus, seat of heavenly bliss,Where bright-eyed Paeon is apprenticed toAsclepius the wizened herbalist.When Heracles’s arrow finds its homeAmong the raging veins of Hades’ neck,Young Paeon plucks th’intruder from its nestAnd stems the blood with ginger turmeric.If artful Diomedes’ singing swordShould pierce the golden abdomen of MarsTis…