Testo Kings

In sensuous coil and heartless toil In sinuous course and armored force In savage harms that yield to charms In all these things are snakes like kings Uneven rough and high enough Yet low folk roam; their flanks as home And wild things haunt them; hungry, gaunt In all these things are snakes like kings In savage harms that yield to charms Uneven rough and high enough In sinuous course and armored force In all these things are snakes like kings The things that claw and the things that gore Are unreliable things And so is a man with a sword in his hand And rivers, and women and kings