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