No Sound in Passing
He makes no sound in passing.
I said none.
Is swift, too swift to be seen, his message is simply
and suddenly with us.
He is of the hardest order, the metals,
yet is fluid.
His only shape is that of the vessel in which he resides.
He is fascinating, irresistible to eye,
to be touched,
yet mortal in touching.
No man's mood or humour commands him.
There are higher humours.
Quick and cloud, he is Mercury,
messenger of the Gods.
I will leave behind these marks,
a cock to Asclepius.