"With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky, How silently, and with how wan a face!" Where art thou? --Wm. Wordsworth Man, missing his moon, Devours ovoid egg Wanders elliptical evening With washed and careless feet -- While glaring from a forest darkness The small squint pigeye: Two minds travel space On different winds -- One, Distracted Missing moon Cleanfooted On the occasional acorn, The other, unseen Darts, ducks Blows, sucks Snorting piggly wrath; The pigcharge: Man bitten in the oaksprouts Raises first torn foot then razor Slits the pink and bristled throat. Moon appears Mid joyous solitary singing-- While egg and parslied pigmeat Roast In honor of the moon. Moon shines like and egg, Endlessly Ovoid.