The Poetry of
Jack Scott


Hum fast and silent,
draw out the music long enough
to engage the catcher
capture his attention
with whistler with no throat,
harmonica whittled
with no holes or reeds.
Baffle unloosed cobra
with a stuffed mongoose.
This is just a subterfuge,
surrogate for human sacrifice,
a holding action
until the trap has rusted open.
Feign yielding
but hold the upper track
like hell is on your heels;
it is, spin wheels.


425 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.