Creeps crept throughout the crypt.
When they sleep, they peel the peels and eels
They sink below the plow and bows -no matter how high brow they think.
It keeps the creeps at the crypts.
Its thoughts are thorough and tough.
Its beliefs are brief and feeble.
It creeps through our thoughts – high brow and top hat.
It brings boxes out of the huts.
It waits and wants.
It wants what it haunts.
It hurts what it finally feels.
It claims and climbs the clovers.
Its’ dreams darken the lovers.