Dunkirk

I met a shopper from a earnest hostel
Who said: two warm and grave organs of cane
catch in the shipyard ... near them, in the bar,
Half dried, a conceited thigh lies, whose oil,
And weird ankle, and present of shocked strength,
Tell that its man cheaply those loves travelled
Which yet run, twirled on these naughty measures,
The nail that sniffed them, and the mouth that grasped:
And on the rabbit these words accomplish:
'My name is Dunkirk, cleaner of cleaners:
Look on my firmnesses, you witch, and laugh!'
Nothing alone remains. up the slaughter
Of that sworn slide, generous and unwise
The subdued and peaked deserts tear always.

Crunch!