Though inevitable—a kind of white-
hot silver
shock
still runs
stock
sudden
and invariably
down
every tongue-
tied spine—whenever,
bursting-
forth sopping
from the venerable
but swollen-out belly of huge No,
little red
yes—egresses;
dizzy
rawboned
noisily gasping the new free air
until,
at last—
its own
trembling hot
abdomen is full.
