There is something's hulky roar that
unnerves me, meaningless, uncanny
Like the word jegubagu, occult middle
Of the Himalaya, scary like the Montour;
A grimace bull hungry for years somehow
Managed or looted the body of a giant.
There is something that does not let me
Ease, soils my nights, they dirty my dreams,
Turning them into night terror. Maybe
Next time I will sleep with a big broom if
That does not work, with a vacuum cleaner.