Far-offat the core of spaceat the quickof timebeatsand goes stillthe great swan upon the waters of all endingsthe swan within vast chaos, within the electron.
For usno longer he swims calmlynor clacks across the forces furrowing a great gay trailof happy energy,nor is he nesting passive upon the atoms,nor flying north desolative icewardsto the sleep of ice,nor feeding in the marshes,nor honking horn-like into the twilight. --
But he stoops, nowin the darkupon us;he is treading our womenand we men are put outas the vast white birdfurrows our featherless womenwith unknown shocksand stamps his black marsh-feet on their white and marshy flesh.
