He will not run in a straight line,
will not keep quiet
not stay still
Listen to his bellowing roar
a dragon uncoils in his giant heart
this uncouth one
who takes everything apart, grasping
the ledges on metal
--Pull,you mighty thing
tear and hammer--
the world is a drum
he dances on
is a tree for climbing,
is a pile of sand to be bashed
hoot and howl
turn wild, and fill
your nest with scribbled pages
my uncouth one
loud and mighty son.
