In a woman's arms lies a man
his skin is blue and his lips are blue
and his chest is a hayrick
flat with forks of blue
Perhaps he is dead, perhaps he is dreaming
perhaps he remembers the law has smote him down

he has shut his eyes
his eyes are open
his chest is a hayrick
His head is very tiny, bearded with thread

his head has the breadth of an onion
in a mother's arms
where is she carrying this onion :
its chest is so huge!
on the road above the house roofs :

why is this onion passing by?