keyhole

are you ever in my chest Boss

are you ever in there with a hammer

tapping on my rib cage as if

you want to make a hum drum

right where I can feel it how big

is that little hammer anyway

does it have a silver head Boss

does it spark against my ribs

I know they’re made of iron

I’ve got a heap of horseshoes

nested in my chest like heavy birds

boss you make them sing you tap

away is one arm bigger than the other

from all that hammering you do

I wonder if you’re knocking for

a reason are you just fooling Boss

or have you found a little door

O if it’s really you I wish

you’d whistle through the keyhole Boss

I wish you’d lift my little latch

----Maurice Manning, from Bucolics

Done