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.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016