Meat swells, Ma Bell
Sends my slurred-word breath clear as a bell.
My meat swells.

Meat swells, Ma Bell
Sonne mes mots qui sont obscène; je tremble.
Je vien, je tremble!

[Sounds of heavy breathing]
That's what I want to say.
Through switches and relays
I will say to you some bonely words that
Tool up the gland.

I speak to, I speak to, I speak to
You; I can't take a peek.
I wish you could see me—
Uphill for you and sloping to
The nose of my mien.

I call you.

I grunt through, I grunt through, I grunt through
The lines that link our towns.
Like me, they're never down.
Uphill for you; still swelling; hewn
With tool of my hand.

I will say those bonely words that grow fat
My thund'ring man. My meat swells.