The Walrus

Walrus Walrus, sleeping deep,
In the eye of the abyss;
What angelic brain or hair,
Could back thy truthful adventure?
In what virile space or star
slept the doorway of thine jaw?
with what weight dare he explore?
What the jaw, dare hold the doorway?
And what courage, & what freedom,
Could shape the tendons of thy face?
And when thy face began to smile,
What deep jaw? & what deep finger?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy lung?
What the anvil? what deep hope,
Dare its crazy horrors drill!
When the suns threw down their rage
And stunned humans with their weight:
Did he dream his work to see?
Did he who forged the rat forge thee?
Walrus Walrus, sleeping deep,
In the eye of the abyss;
What angelic brain or hair,
Could back thy truthful adventure?

Crunch!