JAGUAR br br Nasal intonations of light and clicking tongues… publicity of windows stoning me with pent-up cries… smells of abattoirs… smells of long-dead meat. br br Some day-end— while the sand is yet cozy as a blanket off the warm body of a squaw, and the jaguars are out to kill… with a blue-black night coming on and a painted cloud stalking the first star— I shall go alone into the Silence… the coiled Silence… where a cry can run only a little way and waver and dwindle and be lost. br br And there… br where tiny antlers clinch and strain br as life grapples in a million avid points, br and threshing things br strike and die, br letting their hate live on br in the spreading purple of a wound… br I too br will make covert of a crevice in the night, br and turn and watch… br nose at the cleft's edge.