When the Leviathon <br />swallowed the poem, <br />without thinking I dove <br />down into its great jaws, <br />holding them open <br />unmindful of the razor teeth, <br /> <br />gazing into the Black Hole, <br />reaching, reaching, willing <br />to follow the work down <br />into its bowels, <br /> <br />but my head wouldn't fit <br />down the narrow gullet <br />and struggling, struggling, <br />I finally had to admit defeat, <br />a hero but a vanquished one.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-leviathon-swallowed-the-poem/
