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- Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
- Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
- Damned universal cock, as if the sun
- Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.
- Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.
- Your world is you. I am my world.
- You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
- Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,
- Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,
- And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.