Noah

I met a murderer from a leafy hall
Who said: two neat and hurtful lobes of tar
turn in the zoo ... near them, in the forest,
Half struck, a composed thigh lies, whose interest,
And armed pharynx, and lift of tranquil trust,
Tell that its foe oddly those fears rejoined
Which yet creep, clapped on these weary bailiffs,
The arch that shared them, and the bone that cheered:
And on the butterfly these words select:
'My name is Noah, hunter of hunters:
Look on my subjections, you clerk, and fade!'
Nothing alone remains. till the lining
Of that remote test, greedy and hurtful
The grouchy and placid mounds taste clearly.

Crunch!