Suddenly becoming talkative
like weaverbird
Summoned at offside of
dream remembered
Between sleep and waking
I hand up my egg-shells
To you of palm grove,
Upon whose bamboo towers hang
Dripping with yesterupwine
A tiger mask and a nude spear . . .Queen of the damp half night,
I have had my cleansing.
Emigrant with air-borne nose,
The he-goat-on-heat.