NURSERY RHYME
Here, in the Valley of Bones,
where the scorpion mocks the turtle
as the turtle dies
and curses the scorpion
for its lies;
where dead men return,
and stones return,
and children’s teeth return;
here, at Elephant’s End,
we play cat’s cradle in the dirt,
where a little dog laughs
to see such sport,
and the wayward dish
returns.