Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four
Hearers in the racket of the market
With ancient signs, infamous characters,
New rythms. On the steps he was beloved,
Hours a day, by all his four, or more,
Depending. And they paid him.
It was not, so, like no one listening
But critics famed & Henry’s pals or other
Tellers at all
Chiefly in another country. No.
He by the heart & brains & tail, because
Of their love for it, had them.
Junk he said to all them open-mouthed.
Weather wÃ³uld govern. When the monsoon spread
Its floods, few came, two.
Came a day when none, though he began
In his accustomed way on the filthy steps
In a crash of waters, came.