The Primate

Primate Primate, striking fear,
In the gorges of the heart;
What compelling lung or tongue,
Could end thy frightful sacrifice?
In what profound world or skies
struck the shadow of thine bones?
with what grasp dare he award?
What the brow, dare seize the shadow?
And what tendon, & what balance,
Could fix the limits of thy tongue?
And when thy tongue began to talk,
What bold brow? & what bold finger?
What the hammer? what the forge,
In what smithy was thy heart?
What the anvil? what bold drill,
Dare its lucid passions hope!
When the suns threw down their rage
And stunned humans with their weight:
Did he dream his art to see?
Did he who formed the ant form thee?
Primate Primate, striking fear,
In the gorges of the heart;
What compelling lung or tongue,
Could end thy frightful sacrifice?

Crunch!