you see the duke s mustache is like cordite and his head is clean shaven and his neck is fucking bull like and his fingers are muscled and tight the duke is deluxe and delightful and the lovers of him all say so before they leave and after they go and at the duke s eyes smile all the time and the water and the wine flow all the time and when the duke talks he sounds like a mime with his hands doing all the talking you see there is some talk of his teeth being cut from ivory or something else thick from below the deep there is some loose talk about from where the glow seeps that shines in his eyes that measure the years a dollar at a time and there s a lot of time and money works over here like a cleaver cleaver cleaver despite which the duke draws nearer and his corded arm draws you so you can hear a little clearer as your free arm lifts up the beast and the burden like all of his men while his hands do all the talking