The Primate

Primate Primate, rocking on,
In the rainbows of the ring;
What commanding head or throat,
Could break thy tranquil adventure?
In what ancient seas or time
rocked the doorway of thine ears?
in what faith dare he design?
What the eye, dare throw the doorway?
And what body, & what freedom,
Could raise the tendons of thy tongue?
And when thy tongue began to talk,
What keen eye? & what keen testes?
What the grinder? what the ball,
In what steel mill was thy heel?
What the mortar? what keen dream,
Dare its grim agony gaze!
When the spheres shut down their course
And roused the earth with their roars:
Did he dream his art to see?
Did he who made the cat make thee?
Primate Primate, rocking on,
In the rainbows of the ring;
What commanding head or throat,
Could break thy tranquil adventure?

Crunch!