Ahab Nixon

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their
knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the
charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling
laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the
shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me
alone?

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Why are those monkeys doing it doggy style?
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But if went 'round saying I was emperor , just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away