On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf

Alexander Posey, 18731908

How savage, fierce and grim!
     His bones are bleached and white. 
But what is death to him? 
     He grins as if to bite. 
He mocks the fate 
     That bade, '‘Begone.'' 
There’s fierceness stamped 
     In ev’ry bone. 

Let silence settle from the midnight sky— 
Such silence as you’ve broken with your cry; 
The bleak wind howl, unto the ut’most verge 
Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge. 

Horse would be dog! dog would be swallow! swallow, a wasp wasp would be horse! And I, onthe eaves, who strain tobefiery seraph,and am while ontheceiling, plaster … —from Federico García Lorca, “Introduction to Death”