hat bat

Old bald man’s

head is cold,

says “God damn,

this wind is bold.”

Thirsty bat,

wing'd rat,

flying ‘neath

a tall top hat.

On man lands. 

Man says “Grand!”

Bat agrees

as fangs descend.

Hat to air,

man to floor.

Who was old

won’t get older.

Man’s head bare

as before.

Now not cold.

Also colder.

1996

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