A stolen fire, pearls
of the Orient, saffron of Cilicia
and for all this
and the blossom of luminous
white rose

to be chained to a rock
of precious coral
sun-blistered, salt-licked, wrack of the emerald
sea; feeding generously
some gruesome
dove my undying
liver, its bitter
discharge: the blood
of Hope;

minister to the instruments below.