At the muster meeting of the mind,
she closed the door, pulled down the blind.
She whispered clearly, murmured brightly:
“I’m willing to feed the black dog nightly,
to swim through jelly until it goes
and white dog comes with expert nose;
without the bleak, the light won’t come
through ruptured fields of bright blue dawn.”
The muster cried one scarlet tear
while blister-pack peddlar furled in fear.