Bantams in Pine-Woods Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftanOf tan with henna hackles, halt!Damned universal cock, as if the sunWas blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.Your world is you. I am my world.You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.-- Wallace Stevens_______________________________________________________________________________<--- You may not remember Leonard Marshall, but Joe Montana certainly does.