What the puritan won’t worship
All of nature is but habit
and man is comfortable in his bargains.
It is from his belabored myths I make
my own piecemeal covers: poor Iscariot
the rationalist wrote a few books
I’ve read on iconoclasty; look
thither at the theme coffin-dark
that breeds certain boys like me,
the narrow ground Goethe freed
from the lisp of our bodies,
the bodies that creep
in shamefaced necessity.