el patio de los tigres

And Aries was given to paint as well
A brush can be just enough like a spear
In times of peace he breaks from the sky
To extract dyes from the setting sun 

He meets the water with his tigers
Their backs roll like thunderclouds as they dance
Splashing like ink and fraying like torn cloaks
Silky sticky muses perform for the master

When Aries takes rest from the canvas
Liquor runs like marbles from his mouth out to sea
And the soft eyes of the muses glow steady 
Released into the incult hunger of the night