The Mammoth

Mammoth Mammoth, looming large,
In the deserts of the night;
What perceptive toes or skin,
Could ban thy vicious energy?
In what virile time or space
loomed the threshold of thine throat?
with what word dare he pursue?
What the nerve, dare hunt the threshold?
And what master, & what balance,
Could teach the limits of thy hand?
And when thy hand began to grasp,
What deep nerve? & what deep testes?
What the grinder? what the ball,
In what steel mill was thy jaw?
What the mortar? what deep end,
Dare its jealous stresses act!
When the stars threw down their spears
And flooded heaven with their tears:
Did he laugh his fruits to see?
Did he who forged the grass forge thee?
Mammoth Mammoth, looming large,
In the deserts of the night;
What perceptive toes or skin,
Could ban thy vicious energy?

Crunch!