O muskrat, ramble through the living grass
And coil the leaves on the abandoned bone;
Bring to the midden your eliding grease
And load the summer zephyrs with your bane.

O viper, mad with coiling on a pin,
Deadly Narcissus gazing on your scales,
Vomit your naked young sentenced to pain
And learn to love the bad sun where it scalds.

O spider, crawl into my tiny heart
And find your doom. The blood is vacant there.
With needle legs prick my dull skin apart
And build your web of sweet inhuman hair.