Deep down in the testes; br br testes wrapp’d in a thick scrotus, br br micro-organisms always spring up, br br travelling thro’ the Red Sea of dusts, br br with liquid-ornament’d fluids; br br down again straight to that strong iron rod, br br standing like Moses’ rod br br br br Zoom! It kicks that rubber-band pot-hole br br in a long period of down and up, br br trying to form frisky foetus br br which looks like an unborn reptile. br br br br Now he screams for help br br Aft’r nine days in a hermit. br br Weaning, he passes thro’: br br four legs, he crawls in; br br in two, he walks to make a living; br br to three, he lat’r journeys back; br br weak, he dies and returns to the dust br br where his relations – wombs! – feed on ‘im, br br now longing to be born again.