Herod’s daughter moves as water
told to dance to glance to pry
melting quarrels viscous morals
who’s to blame for such a lie?
young and charming made alarming
crime though this time was not hers
heads on platters teeth a-chatter
swooning girl they used you sure.
and round and round and round and round
the placid rolling eyes inflate
the guilty quick asseverate
twas hers not ours no not our hate
and yet no stratagems equate
a misused girl a prophet late
the gnashing heads of men confound.