|
Like yellow parchment
is his skin ...
a great black hole served as the
nose that never grew ...
You must be always
on your guard,
or he will catch you with his
magical lasso!
Those who speak
of what they know
find, too late, that prudent
silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet,
hold your tongue -
he will burn you with the
heat of his eyes ...
| 