so, once
a poet lived here
so somebody said
none were quite sure
whether he was any good or not
but somewhere inside the poet
there must have been a slumbering beast
who would have it\'s word read,
would have it\'s heart known.
I wonder now
was that slumbering beast worth reading?
And did it depart for good -
or for bad for that matter.
Are those the clanking of chains
surrounding the beast which I distantly hear?