...... to test the teeth of what, the beast,
laughter, languid from the toil, the breath of
hatred and of rage, attesting to this mortal coil?
twixted the patterns, twine and tweed,
whistling at the pretty deed,
amen for fasting from all thoughts,
that could wager from their greed.
helas the marketeer and his race, gave pause
to the man with a mask on his face, to pay the
dues and seal his fate, from the tax of his head
to the bargaining plate,
on wall street, that's where walls cave in,
a shot in the dark, or a stale-air win?
freemason, freeman, marching home,
the cotton-pickers fate could not be known,
and if in his flesh he burdens right,
the burning of his brightest flight,
across the ocean, once in a score,
to collect a debt or debit some more,
perhaps the phrase "time and again,"
were words that could have soothed him then.....
checkers and chess, failure at best,
the cow lays down, her utters to rest,
filthy scorn, and laughter from adores,
twelfth hour setting on the lawn in a storm......