Raving, red-eyed, scarred and seared;
To a bran-new sensation tune sung for thee,
With red lips, white teeth, underhung for thee,
Beauty begrimed and blood-smeared!
Vice-jawed, retractile, snub-snouted—
Tushes for fists swift to smite;
Round by round felled but not routed,
Rare of bark, bitter of bite!
If with grapplings and pluckings asunder—
If with throat-thirst for worry unslaked—