Never Ask Me Why

I am roofed with usurping nose,

Palm-edge lip, lanky-rifle legs

Or why eat with golden plate

On dungeon corpse of kinsfolk;

If the flavour is the foul aroma

And with me the wand to command..

Never Ask even I so scurry-headed –

My sword why the docile crowd

When wandering wand wale my wing

And my easy prey the docile crowd.

Not even I the docile crowd

Should answer why docile black

For my palpitant heart of lynch dog

When the Sun sit on my head.