Motorcar

SPECIMENS

MOTORCAR

This is my most cherished hound,

Bones of steel and blood of fire.

At my signal he is bound

To hunt with me my vague desire.

Beneath my hand I feel his heart

Pounding within his iron breast

So wildly that my senses start

And hunger for that eager quest.

I will unleash him, let his flight

Be wind against the hollow dark.

Behind, the city is a light

That withers like a cooling spark.

But all our hunting is defeat,

And all our madness is a net.

The fox is shadowy and fleet-

Our subtle game eludes us yet.