How shall my animal
Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull1，
Vessel2 of abscesses and exultation's shell，
Endure burial under the spelling wall，
The invoked3， shrouding4 veil at the cap of the face，
Who should be furious，
Drunk as a vineyard snail5， flailed6 like an ocTOPus7，
Roaring， crawling， quarrel
With the outside weathers，
The natural circle of the discovered skies
Draw down to its weird8 eyes？
How shall it magnetize，
Towards the studded male in a bent9， midnight blaze
That melts the lionhead's heel and horseshoe of the heart
A brute10 land in the cool TOP of the country days
To trot11 with a loud mate the haybeds of a mile，
Love and labour and kill
In quick， sweet， cruel light till the locked ground sprout12
The black， burst sea rejoice，
The bowels13 turn turtle，
Claw of the crabbed14 veins15 squeeze from each red particle
The parched16 and raging voice？
Fishermen of mermen
Creep and harp17 on the tide， sinking their charmed， bent pin
With bridebait of gold bread， I with a living skein，
Tongue and ear in the thread， angle the temple-bound
Curl-locked and animal cavepools of spells and bone，
Trace out a tentacle18，
Nailed with an open eye， in the bowl of wounds and weed
To clasp my fury on ground
And clap its great blood down；
Never shall beast be born to atlas19 the few seas
Or poise20 the day on a horn.
Sigh long， clay cold， lie shorn，
Cast high， stunned21 on gilled stone； sly scissors ground in frost
Clack through the thicket22 of strength， love hewn in pillars drops
With carved bird， saint， and suns the wrackspiked maiden23 mouth
Lops， as a bush plumed25 with flames， the rant26 of the fierce eye，
Clips short the gesture of breath.
Die in red feathers when the flying heaven's cut，
And roll with the knocked earth：
Lie dry， rest robbed， my beast.
You have kicked from a dark den24， leaped up the whinnying light，
And dug your grave in my breast.
