The Leopard

Leopard Leopard, living bold,
In the caverns of the dark;
What commanding thumb or spine,
Could address thy poised purity?
In what virile world or spheres
lived the entrance of thine spine?
with what grasp dare he secure?
What the jaw, dare hold the entrance?
And what master, & what power,
Could twist the tissues of thy face?
And when thy face began to smile,
What strong jaw? & what strong eyebrow?
What the program? what the plan,
In what chipset was thy head?
What the data? what strong grip,
Dare its lucid horrors act!
When the skies tore down their cloaks
And blessed men with their strokes:
Did he laugh his toil to see?
Did he who forged the deer forge thee?
Leopard Leopard, living bold,
In the caverns of the dark;
What commanding thumb or spine,
Could address thy poised purity?

Crunch!