No Rope
No rope, no poetic verse
No versus, no Antigua and no Antigua
Again
Since it is known that
The route to all evil
Is through the Trades.
To burn and to flutter is to
Eat all the feathered friends between
Fingers of hate and starvention.
It would be a then and there and not a
Thing.
It would be then and not then, so to speak, too.
