Cruel beak craning forward to bite us,
Our juices to drain and to drink,
Or to whelm as in waves of Cocytus,
Indelible ink!
Oh, breast that ’twere rapture to writhe on!
Oh, arms ’twere delicious to feel
Clinging close with the crush of the Python,
When she maketh her murderous meal!
In thy eight-fold embraces enfolden
Let our empty existence escape;