This feeling can't stay caged in here,
But, if escaped, may fast appear
To shear the sphere of non-austere
With bladed bridge atop a sneer.
My flying ire: iron-faced,
A giant tyrant long disgraced.
In home of bone it rams to paste
A place it named a shameful waste.
The metal malice craves to cave
All glamor--hammer brows engrave
Destruction on the feeble knave
Who let an excess mind-enslave.