Where I am my thickest, I grew 
Myself by squat and lunge, and all 
 
The time I sweated, I did not think 
              Of being divided or entered, though 
 
Yes, I knew meat would lure men, 
              And flesh properly placed will lead
 
              One to think that he can—when 
He runs from what sniffs to kill us—
 
Mount my back trusting I may carry 
              Him at a good speed for a long distance, 
 
              And to believe, believe that 
When he hungers, I am able 
 
To leap high, snatch 
              The fruit of the tree 
 
We pause to hide behind and feed, feed him.