Suzerain, behold . . . behold.
Suzerain, behold . . . behold.

In the twilight he makes a silhouette,
With flanks undone and feet-cut shards of clay.
Even books over time wear away,
I made a rookie mistake with my mooneyes to the sun.

Behold, behold the mooneyed landsman.
Behold the mooneyed landsman.