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The hanging of the rat
The scarecrow had whispered of plans
to massacre the wheatworm and surmount the lands
my tidy fellow rat, a creature of sorts,
had plotted against me with coup up a-thought
Out in the barn, in dark afternoons
we humbed up a whistle of funeral tunes
Something that had floated about the loom
now strang Cheshired, tied and entire doomed.
He muttered a breath of final consent
as he dropped to the fibres
For the head he had lent.
The scarecrow had whispered of plans
to massacre the wheatworm and surmount the lands
my tidy fellow rat, a creature of sorts,
had plotted against me with coup up a-thought
Out in the barn, in dark afternoons
we humbed up a whistle of funeral tunes
Something that had floated about the loom
now strang Cheshired, tied and entire doomed.
He muttered a breath of final consent
as he dropped to the fibres
For the head he had lent.
jim-hat
I see.
But to question who, and where.
The hat works in mysterious ways.
Your place is not to question why.
Your place is not to question why.
I get it, but not in a way that I can configure it to make sense.
The hanging of the rat
The scarecrow had whispered of plans
to massacre the wheatworm and surmount the lands
my tidy fellow rat, a creature of sorts,
had plotted against me with coup up a-thought
Out in the barn, in dark afternoons
we humbed up a whistle of funeral tunes
Something that had floated about the loom
now strang Cheshired, tied and entire doomed.
He muttered a breath of final consent
as he dropped to the fibres
For the head he had lent.
The scarecrow had whispered of plans
to massacre the wheatworm and surmount the lands
my tidy fellow rat, a creature of sorts,
had plotted against me with coup up a-thought
Out in the barn, in dark afternoons
we humbed up a whistle of funeral tunes
Something that had floated about the loom
now strang Cheshired, tied and entire doomed.
He muttered a breath of final consent
as he dropped to the fibres
For the head he had lent.