It went without saying that a king of Corinth
should keep his prize fillies out of the fray
and, rather than have them enmesh
themselves in horse toils, horse tattle,
set them up, each on a plinth,
and fillet their manes with knots and nosegays
and feed them the choicest human flesh
to give them a taste for battle.
It went without saying that after he lost control
of his chariot team at Pelias, and made a hames
of setting them all square,
Glaucus was still on such a roll
it was lost on him that the high point of the games
was his being eaten now by his own mares.