Heretold a blazing shadow of a rejoinderman Came bickering under the nose of a silent round table Attendees smacked with his gaze like a net cast The king felt a tube of solemnity enter through his mandible Made the gathered men nod, as the men nodded those days The guest which brought the blaze that rushed silence in their hall Left a delta of cold and put their food weeks far long None shall eat web made of bone when he's gone And he placed himself out of this cold ring-made place And saw the old stones that once made someone's home But the pole that was there, twixt the deck and the hob Bore the buildup of whelk and the grain and the hulls Like a banner in likeness of a gut of a haul And he circled the mosaic that centered the roost To see how so far it had already grown And he murmured the titles of subjects that made up the sum Like a sandwich, some mussel, some tarred peanuts, and old gum Darkened coral or coin, like a wing got torn off From an angel of mosswood that got stuck in their prone And what totem it was in the void-once-abode That got labeled with sand, crusted matrix and specks of gold All the time flicking verses of the solid it took Left him deep in his spiral 'round the pile of the growth For the evening or more 'til the king got him some