SMALL TALK II
Reading edition
UPON the noon Cassandra died, Harpy soon Screeched outside. Gardener Jupp, In his shed, Counted wooden Carrots red. Black shades pass, Dead-stiff there, On green baize grass— Drink his beer. Bumpkin turnip, Mask limp-locked, White sun frights The gardener shocked. Harpy creaked Her limbs again: “I think, she squeaked, It’s going to rain!”