The opposite of this entry was hung all
over with heathenish monstrous clubs and spears
set with teeth resembling ivory saws;
others tuft with knots of human hair;

and one was sickle-shaped, a vast segment
You gazed, what could have gone death-harvesting
with such a horrifying implement
Mixed in with these were rusty old whaling

harpoons all broken elbowed fifty years —
so like a corkscrew flung in Javan seas
and run away with by a whale, years
a restless needle of full forty feet

this corner-anchored ark rocked furiously
with cracked glass cases, dusty rarities