What lewd, naked and revolting shape is
this?
A frozen oxtail in the butcher's shop
Long and lifeless upon the huge block of wood
On which the ogre's axe begins chop chop.
III
The great countryside bathed in golden sleep
The trees, the bees, the soft peace everywhere-
I think of the cow's tail, how all summer long
It beat the shapes of harps into the air.