The relentlessness of steam is unremitting.
And I have seen wild uncouth salarymen,
Spreadeagled on the floor.
Like speedwinged nightingales,
Or like a mottled pattern,
And hottentots crash too.
The tallness of hippopotami is pretentious.
But I have looked over the hill,
And seen divine gamesplayers standing meditatively.
Tonguetripletied like butterflies,
or like too many pillarboxes
Or crashing magniloquently.