Secrets of the vine
Snowy hazels
Flows from root to tip
Grasping the fellowship
Of the devine.

Wrecked ships lie twingling
‘Hind walls of the veins,
Roaring and raging
For the time-being o’ aliens.

Stern gazes of a rock
Ashores great hits from the hind,
Quivering the world in shock
Puzzled to be blind.

The dizzy soothing furry skin
Encages a wraith
Steady as a king
Painless to assail.

Secrets of the vine
Dangles a lion ‘hind claws
Charging the rights of canines
And slow-drop of the jaws.