Henry’s pelt was put on sundry walls

where it did much resemble Henry and

them persons was delighted.

Especially his long & glowing tail

by all them was admired, and visitors.

They whistled: This is it!

Golden, whilst your frozen daiquiris

whir at midnight, gleams on you his fur

& silky & black.

Mission accomplished, pal.

My molten yellow & moonless bag,

drained, hangs at rest.

Collect in the cold depths barracuda. Ay,

in Sealdah Station some possessionless

children survive to die.

The Chinese communes hum. Two daiquiris

withdrew into a corner of the gorgeous room

and one told the other a lie.