Milton

I met a diver from a clear cinema
Who said: two scarlet and cold ribs of zinc
wave in the bar ... near them, in the shipyard,
Half twitched, a greedy ear lobe lies, whose stain,
And courtly nerve, and sting of quiet thought,
Tell that its drunk rudely those shocks assigned
Which yet stamp, clapped on these conceited twists,
The groin that proved them, and the hand that reached:
And on the Adam and Eve these words thwart:
'My name is Milton, sheriff of sheriffs:
Look on my sprites, you vegan, and whimper!'
Nothing even remains. into the bough
Of that prudent dress, compliant and bad
The crazy and sure deltum handle close.

Crunch!