Hinkfuss at the Glyptothek - Momus

Hinkfuss at the Glyptothek

Admiring muscles on the neck

Of the Barberini Faun

Known as the Drunken Satyr

Woodland sprite, a goatlike tail

Splay-thighed, bug-eyed, very male

Pointed ears, a horned head

«That's the way!»

Hinkfuss said

A satyr’s life’s the life for him

He’d play the flute and live on gin

And facilitate the whims

Of Dionysus

The brittle whistle of the wind

Ithyphallic birds all sing

Giggling water at the crystal stream

Laps his marble body

Pursuing nymphs across mosaics

Dryads, Naiads and Nereids

Hinkfuss wouldn’t need sex aids

The wind is his Levitra

The siege of Rome, the Goths attack

The mausoleum, Romans grab

Hadrian’s statues, which get smashed

Serving as projectiles

Hinkfuss Satyr wakes, alas

Body cracked like shattered glass

Right leg damaged, hands stuck fast

Parts of his head gone missing

These days Hinkfuss is restored

Lolls with dildo by the door

Of the Glyptothek, don’t stare

Be careful what you wish for