An everlasting palace feast.
A dull-eyed rattlesnake that lay
All loathsome, yellow-skinn'd, and slept,
Coil'd tight as pine-knot, in the sun,
With flat head through the centre run,
Struck blindly back, then rattling crept
Flat-bellied down the dusty way ...
'Twas all the dead land had to say.
Two pink-eyed hawks, wide-wing'd and gray,
Scream'd savagely, and, circling high,