This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
The NondescriptI am plural. My intents are manifold:
I see through many eyes. I am fabulous.
I assimilate the suffering of monkeys:
Tiger and musk-ox are at my disposal.
My ritual is to swallow a pale meat
Prepared by my ignorant left hand.
It is my child's play to untie a frog,
Humble further the worm and dogfish.
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