Calcium carbonate
     is not what I see
          when I enter the
     heavier side of me.
          No; sectio
               divina composes
     the bulk of my slippery body:
          A shell that slithers along very. . .
               invariably.
               But I dare
          a tortoise
               to compare
          itself
               to me; I'm no such sluggard,
     'though a member of the
               "slug family."
"Tira fora i corni"—little children, please!
     I might be a bull-headed colonoscopy,
     if so many of your fathers
          and mothers
     weren't inclined to belittle
     and eat me,
          respectively.
     And contrary
               to what you might believe,
          neither a grain
               of salt
          nor an entire train
     of thought
          can dis-
                    solve,
               alleviate
                         me. . .