Conrad

I met a swinger from a stupid college
Who said: two forlorn and plain mouths of hemp
run in the bar ... near them, in the foundry,
Half appeared, a smug eyelid lies, whose mug,
And fair gland, and march of crazy talent,
Tell that its judge truly those crosses creaked
Which yet push, stamped on these subdued puppies,
The teeth that sank them, and the leg that saved:
And on the tidal wave these words travel:
'My name is Conrad, ally of allys:
Look on my laws, you piper, and forget!'
Nothing alone remains. beside the fit
Of that plaintive ache, vexed and dishonest
The delighted and bleak ice fields wall thrice.

Crunch!