They planted the trees in the park with fist-sized shovels,
and didn't do a very good job of it. The vegetation tilts at a
maximum degree. Only the oldest trees have survived, the more
acutely planted ones likely fell over with the last tropical
storm.
And then the truck pulls up, and two men dump the rotten
trombone boxes at scattered locations throughout the park.
Do not open a-one of those boxes, I tell you. DO NOT open them.
They use them to house rabid dogs, I tell you. DO NOT open them.
There goes the park idiot, looking for his trombone.
Tell him! Grab HIM. OH, bloody HELL! Sit on him and bend his elbows
together behind his back!
DO NOT OPEN A ONE OF THOSE TROMBONE BOXES!
DO NOT OPEN THEM!
you'll be sorry..
we'll all be sorry..
The park is filling
with rabid sounds
of rabid dogs
chasing rabid hounds
DO NOT OPEN THOSE TROMBONE BOXES!
I say from the tree they're at my ankles
lying close to the ground nipping at the bark
in shortened degree chasing my friends
across the park
(Always stay still when being sniffed by a rabid hound.
They are blind and cannot see you.)
I see the park idiot, looking for his trombone.
A rabid dog mistook it and buried it under a tree.
It is the rabies that does it. It is the closest
thing to the wrong thing to do, to bury it.
He digs for the bone with his fist-sized fists, but
comes up empty, and whimpers and whines.
It is going to be quite a mess to clean up, the park
idiot. We will need a harpsicord box to contain all the pieces.
He has disentigrated into ebony d'Ivry, like a good,
natural idiot, silken hair for the strings and a manhole
cover to lie over the bass.
Before the word gets out. CLOSE THOSE TROMBONE BOXES.
We don't need any more trouble.
I am tired of dogs with saliva frothing from their mouth,
sweating poisons into the air, pissing on the trees, and
impregnating the bark.
Close those trombone boxes, even the ones with the taffeta
interior. They are water-damaged and soggy with decay.
Tell those men to stop coming 'round here. We don't need their
dogs to scare all the idiots into frazzled pieces of musical
instruments dampened with decay.
Retrograde!
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