Here where no man fears to tread
Lies the source of all our problems
Painted on a field of black
It screams a never-ending wail

Once upon a headless horseman
Mounted on a plastic steed
Find a blind man, find a thief
Find the one who planned the deed

See a threesome, see a foursome
Holding one another down
Cross the street to join the fray
Smiling hard to hide the frown

Stars and planets scattered high
Papers scattered on the ground
Hear the symphony of movement
Hidden in a burial mound

rjw, Spring 88

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