I saw upon his mouth a hot dearth,
a cold birth, the troll's earth,
quivering like the lips of
a child whose lips are quivering.
I saw inside his eyes a great twig,
a late pig, a date or fig,
punching things until the retinas fall
into pits of aching children.
I saw up his nostrils a cool hat,
a fool's math, a tooled bath,
climbing ever upward into the exploits
of the grumpier guys.
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