O hail, amphitheater, consider this!
The fourth of these six children is an ugly daughter,
Sickened as a bastard to a nameless mother-garish, wretched
Creature of that womb. They say she is a battle-ax, haunted by
An empire of LIVING, her empire to inherit by the word of
LAW and her right of LIFE, her right of LIFE.
And whom are they to take it all away?
She is the lily of the Nile, this Arsinoë-the stolen golden hare.
She is delicate, forced to asphyxiate her inheritance in the wood,
Drowning somewhere in the Occident,
Somewhere in its cerulean seas, Tyrian purple cloak of
Intangible victory in hand. She likes to kill the ego of the Man.
Heavenly as the time, this Arsinoë is-the problem girl under regular men.
O hail, amphitheater, consider that!
She is the pearl of the world, and perhaps the Lyrids rained showers
Of Alexandrite-celled comets upon her tiny boat,
Assailing ironic testimonies to her beauty of LIFE, Her beauty of LIFE.
And whom are they to take it all away? Must they have taken it all away?
O this Arsinoë; she strives for what she does not truly know abhorrently.
Of course, course! It was all erroneous to begin with, with her, a gross violation of EXISTENCE, an unpalatable scandal to be inevitably
Annihilated, her witness of LIFE, her witness of LIFE. Give in
To the end of everything, scant Arsinoë! Overshamed-overcame-by
Each and every one of the other daughters and sons.
Two pharaohs, three queens!
O hail, Princess, consider this!
Overshamed-overcame-by each and every one of the other comparisons,
Her right of LIFE, her beauty of LIFE, her witness of LIFE
Brings the end of Arsinoë's all, flat as a table knife.
