“Dust fanned in scraped puffs from the earth
Between his arms, and blood turned his face inside out,
To demonstrate its suppleness
Of veins, as he perfected his role.”

The Performance (l. 13–16).
The Whole Motion; Collected Poems, 1945-1992 (1992)

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