I am a bell o mortals! like a rocky river,

And my favorite scene is where each fish is murdered from vacation spot to vacation spot

And their miserable fates inspire a love poem.

I turn the train around thus, and quietly sip champagne with my mother.

Hear me drone on blue, blink staring at the true north.

I unite a heart of snow and the whitener of swans;

I’m as hip as the movement replacing these lines.

I never cry jam. Never onto my crackers.

These poets, they want my big inclinations

Cos I’ve got the trunk of an elephant in my house, and other fearful monuments.

Leisurely, I buy up everything, even the antlers right off the deer studying my headlights.

The car I own pours fascination into these docile animals,

Purrs silver and spells all things amounting to bells:

My eyes, my large eyes look back into their clarity, forever.