Bantams in Pine-Woods

    Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan

    Of tan with henna hackles， halt！

    Damned universal cock， as if the sun

    Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.

    Fat！  Fat！  Fat！  Fat！  I am the personal.

    Your world is you.  I am my world.

    You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat！

    Begone！ An inchling bristles in these pines，

    Bristles， and points their Appalachian tangs，

    And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.