Kine Level the Mane Desire

Weber ate the winter out of hand

the mannikin who was his adviser shrieking

The spirit has needs the spirit knows not of

Weber was one of these, and his mannikin

The dwarf who ate macaroni

considered himself quite superior

But his soul was at stake

with the tattooed lady

The cages were arranged like icons

on a holy altar

but the wind

swept up a stink just the same

J. C. CREWS

And one night the mannikin was murdered

No one could believe it was suicide

though he used his master's tie

In the half-light it looked like macaroni

The saber dancer freed him and she wept

more bitterly than when she lost her child

in the sixth month

his head too large for passage

My friend, Weber will stew in hell

the Dago dwarf must seek another job

J. C. Crews