I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it,
Im used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
T was the new liquor,
That was all!

Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And theyll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh,
Theyll carry him!