A yellowy underworld, where trolleys swim
Enormous as a magic, and the least
Rice-powdered shop-girl, like a vesting priest
Assumes estranged beauty, cloudy-far,
Desirous as a water-mirrored star.
—The houses are cartoons—So is his wife—
He thinks “Grotesque” would be the word for Life.
BEFORE MICHAEL’S LAST FIGHT
The lightning quivers up in Gabriel’s hand,
Whetting his sword on a bleak ridge of cloud,