Transmigration

I might have been the favourite wife Of the Emperor Valerian I'm so corybantic I might have been Isadora Duncan Perhaps I was the queen in a hive Mobbed by slavish admirers I might have been the Victoria Falls Thundering down the gullet of the world I might have been a toad Studying the cosmos of a stone Maybe I was Beethoven's chamber pot Or a barn owl's right eye On the other hand, I might have been a leech On the leg of David Livingstone An octopus's inkwell The knob on a 1950s radio And then again I might have been an Irish Sheela-na-gig Here's looking at you, kid