The Hippo

Hippo Hippo, picking fights,
In the shadows of the light;
What courageous lip or breast,
Could stand thy gruesome symmetry?
In what brilliant star or seas
fought the silver of thine lips?
by what rule dare he repair?
What the head, dare catch the silver?
And what muscle, & what balance,
Could teach the tissues of thy face?
And when thy face began to smile,
What fair head? & what fair shoulder?
What the hammer? what the forge,
In what smithy was thy teeth?
What the anvil? what fair drill,
Dare its jealous terrors end!
When the stars threw down their spears
And flooded heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who forged the trees forge thee?
Hippo Hippo, picking fights,
In the shadows of the light;
What courageous lip or breast,
Could stand thy gruesome symmetry?

Crunch!