Agley.

• Author: Zweig, Martha
• Position: Poem

after Robert Burns

Harm not a hair on your head of the god that bit you. And as for that we'll see about that, fear no such threatful muttering under the weather, either. Put no one to shame. Speak to the frantic worms that deface your brother, calm them. This is a voice speaking. Your prettiest plan knows better in its bones & so resists carrying-out, like hefty trash. Reconsider me, please. Before long lengthens in passing past all understanding, take this opportunity: blue beard, red riding hood, green-and-yellow basket: spare me the gray area. Police? Me? But I'm the glitch from the stitch in time...