the hortensia said to his accomplice
And you ditto Hortense answered the mandolin
which wasn't a mandolin except under the cover of sunlight
or of a dime fallen at night into a ravine
The dime pricks up like a queen
and says to the rocks whose lips are trembling
The big crime will take place tomorrow
but there's no crime without a hat
there's no crime without sparks
there's no crime without potash
there's no crime without sheep
And the big crime won't take place
because the earth is empty
Eyes break it off with their specs
and the ministers suppress the hearses
that encumber the Milky Way