. . .telling those who swarm around him his desire <br />is that an appendage from each of them <br />fill, invade each of his orifices,-- <br /> <br />repeating, chanting <br />Oh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeah <br /> <br />until, as if in darkness he craved the sun, at last he reached <br />consummation. <br /> <br />Until telling those who swarm around him begins again <br /> <br />(we are the wheel to which we are bound).<br /><br />Frank Bidart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overheard-through-the-walls-of-the-invisible-cit/
