The movement of Euripides 

Was caught 

    like a fish hook

      In the lips 

  Of the Believers

     Like Queequeg

     In bed

You woke up 

to find yourself

     dead(!)

like Pasta Bolognese 

 In Mantua

      Or Padua

         And Verona

     I'll say it was a drunken night

With a horrible sagging mattress

You got up to use the toilet 

   Down the hall

   you walked into

 A family's apartment

   They all looked at you and laughed

"Down the Hall, Next door!"

And in the morning looking 

out the window at the old world sunlight

and creaky stone buildings

  Of Juliet

     You were hungover