The hunter in the Underworld inquires of his guide

“Who is this devil dog that strides through the night?

With roaring thundering words that shake the earth

And who is the poet who walks with him?

Adding words to the cacophony that surrounds them”

“Cacophony?” says the hunter; “Listen again,

’Tis a symphony, a rhythm, a drum beat, a paean

To the beauty of the life that is words

For their words join hands in a waltz transcending

The small dimensions of the very universe

And the words will travel, together, ever and ever

Listen well hunter and you may discern

The heartbeat of life itself.”