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rolling in off the sea
for the first time
no kind of emotion
waiting around
despite tinted eyeglasses
his muscular hindquarters
didn’t fit
the leather seat
keeping him glowing
to heat the room
would accelerate decay
worshipping the wrong god
when they started
dying wasn’t so much

Tom Raworth« Eternal Sections »Collected Poems[1993] Carcanet2003p. 412