Boar's Head

The boar’s head It grew And grew And multiplied Head on head With the boundaries Ever-increasing – The boar’s head Was in the brain In the mass universe The same Whirling round And round Whilst The sleeper Slept with a breathing sound. And Then A hundred boars Came on trotting Breathing loud And belching Wide red eyes And wild And sweating Down their backs On their wet tails Glistening Then of a sudden A noise Was it from Heaven above The night stars, the sly Moon? Faded the boars as sudden As one second.