Nature becomes ritual a dance to myth
Controlling the turn of pages of religion\'s pith
Music of metaphor, maestro\'s baton
Magic in the magicians wand
To temple of Diana, deep are the woods,
A carving in stone of all man\'s shoulds
Here a fleeing slave having torn a branch from the sacred tree
Defeats the dying god in armed combat\'s victory
A god\'s blood sacrifice crops guarantee
A new king anointed at the woods of Nemi
Cut from the belly of a dying sun
Religion born, poetry begun