Nightmare of beasthood, snorting, how to wake.
I woke. What beasthood skin she made me take?
Leathery toad that ruts for days on end,
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My favorite Gunn poem. Can't help but smile, thinking of a pig-man/man-pig squealing iambs.
Up there as one of my favorite Gunn poems. Can't help but appreciate the image of a man-pig/pig-man squealing out iambs, searching for an antidote with which he's unfamiliar.