Experiment 11
The Mechanic
The Mechanic
Thoughts, brushing youth's face clear
Soft smooth, sombre smooth,
Arctic deep, clear soft, smooth.
Tendriled, tender tangled grease of industry
Folded folded in the hands.
Rush of senses cooled to calm,
Claiming eager word; strong soft word,
Dancing deep upon the air
To poise in voice.
Lips exquisite, flit, twine
Their solitary movements in the air with blown hair
Or may fade around Eclipser Host
Of world, flesh, devil : down centuries
Enemies, come to etiolate the exquisite.