It was the twilight of the iguana:
From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
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And in the depth of the great water like the circle of the earth is the giant anaconda covered with ceremonial paint, devouring and religous.
this poem is incomplete... it should finish up: Badgers are scrabbling the banks of the river, sniffing at a nest full of living delicacies which they will attack with red teeth. And in the depth of the great water
his eyeballs, a jungle of alcohol, burn in his head. the above line is really imaginative. great words. great comparison.
What words! And such fabulous vivid imagery! Truly a master poet!