Me or the Mexican who comes to chop wood
All the same,
All humanity is jam to you.
Everybody so dear, and yourself so ultra-beloved
That you have to run out at last and eat filth,
Gobble up filth, you horror, swallow utter abomination and fresh-dropped dung.
You stinker.
You worse than a carrion-crow.
Reeking dung-mouth.
You love-bird.
Reject nothing, sings Walt Whitman.
So you, you go out at last and eat the unmentionable,
In your appetite for affection.
And then you run in to vomit it in my house!
I get my love back.
And I have to clean up after you, filth which even blind Nature rejects
From the pit of your stomach;
But you, you snout-face, you reject nothing, you merge so much in love
You must eat even that.
Then when I dust you a bit with a juniper twig
You run straight away to live with somebody else,
Fawn before them, and love them as if they were the ones you had really loved all along.
And they’re taken in.
They feel quite tender over you, till you play the same trick on them, dirty bitch.
Fidelity! Loyalty! Attachment!
Oh, these are abstractions to your nasty little belly.
You must always be a-waggle with LOVE.
Such a waggle of love you can hardly distinguish one human from another.
You love one after another, on one condition, that each one loves you most.
Democratic little bull-bitch, dirt-eating little swine.
But now, my lass, you’ve got your Nemesis on your track,
Now you’ve come sex-alive, and the great ranch-dogs are all after you.
They’re after what they can get, and don’t you turn tail!
You loved ’em all so much before, didn’t you, loved ’em indiscriminate.
You don’t love ’em now.
They want something of you, so you squeak and come pelting indoors.
Come pelting to me, now the other folk have found you out, and the dogs are after you.
Oh yes, you’re found out. I heard them kick you out of the ranch house.
Get out, you little, soft fool!!
And didn’t you turn your eyes up at me then?
And didn’t you cringe on the floor like any inkspot!
And crawl away like a black snail!
And doesn’t everybody loathe you then!
And aren’t your feelings violated, you high-bred little love-bitch!