I want my body to be a river.
I fear it is a swamp.
I want to surge and sing and shiver,
and not to be damp.
Cleo in her Egyptian barge
flashes fire and ice.
Anthony, general and large,
doesn't step in the same river twice.
But a swamp in the tropics! How it sticks
to the conqueror's leather boots,
and croaks, "Be sympathetic!"
while the owl hoots.