or a blinded bird of the air.

through the green woods, through the dewy deep tingles and glooms, while every small creature cries shrill today nature, he comes!

And he comes

An ogre from space will stoop a lean face and knock you home.

Like your home over East Bend's Tom Norley, a farm stock's nine yards high.

with your bent knees strung round his old iron gun and your head dangling by.

and hang you up stiff on a hooked-up noddy from a stall called Pantry Shelf.

whence your eyes will glare in an empty stare.

you are cooked yourself.