Bantams in Pine-Woods

• Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
• Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
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• Damned universal cock, as if the sun
• Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.
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• Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.
• Your world is you. I am my world.
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• You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
• Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,
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• Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,
• And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.