The prey of any larger thing
That flies or swims or walks,
I run sideways in armour plates,
My eyes lookouts on stalks.

Huge and malformed, my fists express
My contempt for the land.
It offers me no refuge but
These barren rocks and sand.

Huge and malformed, my fists express
My hatred of the the sky.
What earthly use is all that space
To those who cannot fly?

Huge and malformed, my fists express
My disgust at the sea.
How can I love a think like that
That made a thing like me?

Yet who is better formed than I
For grabbing and for holding
Small morsels drifting round the seething
Edge of a devil’s cauldren?

To know all is to forgive all.