On Francisco Goya’s painting of the same name.

Can you propose a more appropriate
Response for Ops when she illuminates
Her husband, elbow-deep, in between chews?
The muted slurping your abuse made before
Was punishment enough, she snarled. When gore
Remains unknown, blackness paints barbary
More wretched than reality. I thought
To see your sin could not be worse than what
My mind made matter, but pus in your paw
And mangled maw assault my waking dreams.
I ache again for sightlessness and screams.
Why choose you this?
He refused to repent:
Saturn, blubbering, bent, wide-eyed, white-haired,
Wept like a woman, God of gods I’m scared.