washington factory

on the sordid path a starving hyena stalks the graveyard over yonder.there are bones to chomp on and fresh flowers to throw into the veil of the sycamores shadow.night is everywhere.it smiles at everyone.pinnochio might dance on a gravestone and throw a spool of white thread at the broken gravestones and the singing,languid wind.popsicles for pinnochio?what if he falls down?can we throw him into a fire?maybe he'll get a box of popsicles and make a castle out of the sticks.where's the witch?where are the merry widows?whose hat is that?it has a hole in it.is it for the man in the moon?