One smacks for hiccoughs!Pitiable to be
Quite so deplorably naked when one strips.
There was his scar, a panel of old rose
Slashed in the elegant buff of his trunk hose;
Adonis punctured by his amorous boar,
Permanent souvenir of the Great War.
One of God’s jokes, typically good,
That wound of his. How perfect that he should
Have suffered it for—what?