The tiger The horrible black tiger The black lacquered tiger The cut glass And the And the tiny attendants Little children, dark and naked, with their pots of ink and pitch and oil and their long tongues and fingernails Smooth smooth skin And the mythical beast The black Dragon-Tiger With the rubies and the cut glass And Henry Duncan With an elephant rifle And a pail of codeine syrup Describes all this As if it's nothing Just the claws and the But Henry omits the account of the awful red phallus But the swarms of little bees (the little tiny) Indian children Naked and dark Keeping the monster's coat In high gloss And at a huge cost Obviously To the (little tiny) children That is He adds A priceless figurine. The priceless black tiger figurine with ruby eyes The claws and the pain visible The pain visible in the pacing Which is surely proof he says The pacing Of the awful torture The precious jewels for eyes and the filigree And everything He says and Imagine Stretching in every direction Polished to a high gloss The gleaming The jade floor If you could imagine a stretch of polished jade endless towards all horizons And a life sized tiger carved from a single piece of polished obsidian gleaming In a fearsome pose With rubies and claws and jade Henry says Recounting all this For some reason in Italian Testing everyone's patience The tortured The pained back and forth The dragon The sleek black cat The mythical Tiger-Dragon The mythical tiger Pain visible in the ruby eyes And pacing constantly The constant pacing back and forth Which he explains is proof Of the big cat's madness The skull The cranium perhaps just slightly to small for the monster's brain But then Henry pauses Now nearly certain that this is not a fact at all But something he dreamed once And it had involved a dog The tiger The horrible black tiger The black lacquered tiger The cut glass And the And the tiny attendants Little children, dark and naked, with their pots of ink and pitch and oil and their long tongues and fingernails Smooth smooth skin And the mythical beast The black Dragon-Tiger With the rubies and the cut glass And Henry Duncan With an elephant rifle And a pail of codeine syrup Describes all this As if it's nothing Just the claws and the But Henry omits the account of the awful red phallus But the swarms of little bees (the little tiny) Indian children Naked and dark Keeping the monster's coat In high gloss And at a huge cost Obviously To the (little tiny) children That is He adds A priceless figurine. The priceless black tiger figurine with ruby eyes The claws and the pain visible The pain visible in the pacing Which is surely proof he says The pacing Of the awful torture The precious jewels for eyes and the filigree And everything He says and Imagine Stretching in every direction Polished to a high gloss The gleaming The jade floor If you could imagine a stretch of polished jade endless towards all horizons And a life sized tiger carved from a single piece of polished obsidian gleaming In a fearsome pose With rubies and claws and jade Henry says Recounting all this For some reason in Italian Testing everyone's patience The tortured The pained back and forth The dragon The sleek black cat The mythical Tiger-Dragon The mythical tiger Pain visible in the ruby eyes And pacing constantly The constant pacing back and forth Which he explains is proof Of the big cat's madness The skull The cranium perhaps just slightly to small for the monster's brain But then Henry pauses Now nearly certain that this is not a fact at all But something he dreamed once And it had involved a dog The tiger The horrible black tiger The black lacquered tiger The cut glass And the And the tiny attendants Little children, dark and naked, with their pots of ink and pitch and oil and their long tongues and fingernails Smooth smooth skin And the mythical beast The black Dragon-Tiger With the rubies and the cut glass And Henry Duncan With an elephant rifle And a pail of codeine syrup Describes all this As if it's nothing Just the claws and the But Henry omits the account of the awful red phallus But the swarms of little bees (the little tiny) Indian children Naked and dark Keeping the monster's coat In high gloss And at a huge cost Obviously To the (little tiny) children That is He adds A priceless figurine. The priceless black tiger figurine with ruby eyes The claws and the pain visible The pain visible in the pacing Which is surely proof he says The pacing Of the awful torture The precious jewels for eyes and the filigree And everything He says and Imagine Stretching in every direction Polished to a high gloss The gleaming The jade floor If you could imagine a stretch of polished jade endless towards all horizons And a life sized tiger carved from a single piece of polished obsidian gleaming In a fearsome pose With rubies and claws and jade Henry says Recounting all this For some reason in Italian Testing everyone's patience The tortured The pained back and forth The dragon The sleek black cat The mythical Tiger-Dragon The mythical tiger Pain visible in the ruby eyes And pacing constantly The constant pacing back and forth Which he explains is proof Of the big cat's madness The skull The cranium perhaps just slightly to small for the monster's brain But then Henry pauses Now nearly certain that this is not a fact at all But something he dreamed once And it had involved a dog