A Somber Contestant, a Host in Himself
He Hates Everyone Out Of His Hidden Shell
Emerges to Score and To Skip off The
Mesh
He Is a Mere Shadow of His Former Flesh
Against The World's Irreversible Fate
There's Hardly a Matter worth Altering
Rates
He Has His Own Way Which Is Straight and Shrill
Relieving the Strain in the Heat of the Field
An Ironside
All
Magnetized
About To Fight
Remains Precise
Downleft Downright
A Careful Sight
A Rifle Shot
Never Misses Sexual
Targets
From Smoke into Smother He Raises a Bout
Flies into the Face of the Boisterous Rout
His Clouds Are Enough to
Distinguish the Sun
Within A Strong Clincher He Snatches the Gun
Beyond Reclaim
Intensive Pains
Still On the
Trail
Appear To Fail
So Hard At Hand
Restless and Damned
Off The Land
He Crimps Himself to the Ecstatic Service