The water jumbles up
And, crippling over, clambers down itself.
Lean down your monstrous head, and pout, and sup.
Sodium flares are raw
On membrane temples-rouge on blunt cheekbone,
Cadaver green on throat and working jaw.
Far down, abysses down,
A pavement swims away to left and right.
Eyes glaze and close and shut out a whole town.
And a twenty miles long thread
Joins fumbling lips with streams that knot and run
Zanying down their nightblack watershed.