Palladiums
IN the newspaper office-who are the spooks?
Who wears the mythic coat invisible?
Who pussyfoots from desk to desk
with a speaking forefinger?
Who gumshoes amid the copy paper
with a whispering thumb?
Speak softly-the sacred cows may hear.
Speak easy-the sacred cows must be fed.
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