Todos saben que vivo, que mastico . . .
Everyone knows that I am alive, that I chew . . .
Rat—teeth to the wood, hoary masticator—
of plaster, brick, plastic and bone.
And you goat—chomping, chomping
with your mouth full of grass and tin.
We have no argument. I know
the heart must bite to beat. I know
like the young know, everything
must be tasted. Everything: