Here’s swizzle and swoon, song for the worm
climbed to take her mad bite of the moon.
Here’s fizzle and foam and fecund germ,
swizzle and barm and here’s to the worm –
the crisp’s cold break and sugaring churn,
ruin and bruise and weeping perfume,
swizzle, barm, swoon – song sung for the worm
climbed to take her mad bite of the moon.