To get this research undertook

I bought a needle and the BOOK,

and with the BOOK an old and hairy

faintly starving dromedary.

gave, on loan, a standard Croesus.

When the Croesus, missal-guided

went to Heaven's gate and tried it,

Peter spoke - "The Gospel proves

a camel through a needle moves

Sooner than we may admit

a Rich man." (Christ, J., opus cit).

Testing to confirm the Word,

I loosed our camel, hunger-spurred,

and motivated by a lure

of buns behind the aperture,

The subject, in a single try,

squeezed grunting through the needle's eye;

a graceless act. The camel crammed

and Croesus muttered, "I'll be damned."

One night, a werewolf, having dined,

left his wife to clean the cave

and visited a scholar's grave

asking, "How am I declined?"

Whatever way the case was pressed

the ghost could not decline his guest,

but told the wolf (who'd been well-bred

and crossed his paws before the dead),

"The Iswolf, so we may commence,

the Waswolf, simple past in tense,

the Beenwolf, perfect; so construed,

the Werewolf is subjunctive mood."

The werewolf's teeth with thanks were bright,

but, mitigating his delight,

there rose the thought, how could one be

hypostasized contingency?

The ghost observed that few could live,

if werewolves were indicative;

whereat his guest perceived the role

of Individual in the Whole.

Condition contrary to fact,

a single werewolf Being lacked

but in his conjugation showed

the full existence, a la mode.

Once there was a picket fence

of interstitial excellence.

An architect much liked its look;

protected by the dark he took

the interspaces from the slats

and built a set of modern flats.

The fence looked nothing as it should,

since nothing twixt its pickets stood.

This artefact soon fated it,

the senate confiscated it,

and marked the architect to go

to Arctic - or Antarctico.

When Anthony addressed the fishes

a simple shark became religious,

adored the Host, denounced the Aryan,

and turned, save Fridays, vegetarian.

Seeds and weeds he bolted whole

with faith as firm as amphibole,

till vitals issued, overloaded,

lapsed Pelagian and exploded.

So littoral this revelation

fish schools died of inspiration.

The Saint, recalled to bless the lowly,

said only: "Holy! Holy! Holy!"

The Moonsheep cropped the Furthest Clearing,

Awaiting patiently the Shearing.

The Moonsheep.

The Moonsheep munched some grass and then

Turned leisurely back to its Pen.

The Moonsheep.

Asleep, the Moonsheep dreamt he was

The Universal Final Cause.

The Moonsheep.

Morning came. The sheep was dead.

His Corpse was white, the Sun was red.

The Moonsheep.

After many "if"s and "but"s,

emendations, notes, and cuts,

they bring their theory, complete,

to lay, for Science, at his feet.

But Science, sad to say it, he

seldom heeds the laity -

abstractedly he flips his hand,

mutters "metaphysic" and

bends himself again to start

another curve on another chart.

"Come," says Pitts, "his line is laid;

the only points he'll miss, we've made."

When I sit, I sitting, tend

to sit a seat with sense so fine

that I can feel my sit-soul blend

insensibly with seat's design.

Seeking no support the while

it assesses stools for style,

leaving what the structure means

for blind behinds of Philistines.

Zwei Trichter wandeln durch die Nacht.

Durch ihres Rumpfs verengten Schacht

fließt weißes Mondlicht

still und heiter

auf ihren

Waldweg

u. s.

w.

Through darkest night two funnels go;

and in their narrow necks below

moonbeams gather to cast

the better a

light upon

their

path

et

c.