Nudes — stark and glistening,
Yelling in lurid glee.
Grinning
And raging
Whirl over the floor one fire.
For a shirt verminously
Yon soldier tore from his throat, with
Godhead might shrink at, but not the lice.
And soon the shirt was
Over the candle he'd lit while we lay.
Then we all sprang up and
To hunt the verminous brood.
Soon like a demons'
The place was raging.
See the silhouettes agape,
See the glibbering
Mixed with the battled arms on the wall.
See gargantuan hooked
Pluck in supreme
To smutch supreme littleness.
See the merry limbs in hot Highland
Because some wizard
Charmed from the quiet this
When our ears were half
By the dark
Blown from Sleep's trumpet.
