Silly little nipple squeezer! Woodcut geezer! 
How nonchalant in my torture. 
  
It’s a bondage scene for the ages: 
those tiny footprints leading away 
  
like invisible little girls’. What you don’t see:  
I scared him off, I made a pencil out of him.  
  
Into the fire no less! Look at the whispering men.  
God: hold their tongues with two needles. 
  
Look at the bodies piled behind.  
Look at the nobles desiring me 
  
dead. Look at my arms in the fire.  
The air so clear that day, & cold!