The Primate

Primate Primate, running fast,
In the eye of the abyss;
What perceptive chest or heart,
Could claim thy hostile abundance?
In what ancient earth or spheres
ran the lion of thine chest?
by what rule dare he believe?
What the hand, dare ride the lion?
And what buttocks, & what power,
Could raise the limits of thy tongue?
And when thy tongue began to talk,
What grim hand? & what grim body?
What the grinder? what the ball,
In what steel mill was thy cells?
What the mortar? what grim end,
Dare its infernal grief stroke!
When the suns threw down their rage
And stunned humans with their weight:
Did he dream his craft to see?
Did he who formed the dog form thee?
Primate Primate, running fast,
In the eye of the abyss;
What perceptive chest or heart,
Could claim thy hostile abundance?

Crunch!