chieftain iffucan of azcan in caftan
of tan with henna hackles, halt!
damned universal cock, as if the sun
was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.
fat! fat! fat! fat! i am the personal.
your world is you. i am my world.
you ten-foot poet among inchlings. fat!
begone! an inchling bristles in these pines,
bristles, and points their appalachian tangs,
and fears not portly azcan nor his hoos.