Be that as it may,
It still may not be.
Likely as not,
Isn’t.

Minutely maimed how frow the accused
is so framed.
There before the magistrate in fetters
sore chained.
Stands the sap so stooled by one
foul pigeon stained.

Laid
Splayed
Flayed. . .
Daid.

Blink.
Blank.
Blunk.

When we pass as all surely must
May we with humble grace adjust
To the lonely loam, ash, and dust

Until ever done
Until ever gone
Evermore ever on