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BEWARE, SAUNTERER, OF THIS DESPERADO, A MR. BONES, A BAD ACTOR

Saunterer on this autumn track

That edges the garden, brown with brown,

Along by the hickory tree remember

To avoid the place where the dead rat lies.

Else how will you breathe untainted the sweet

Rot of the indolent cucumber,

Apple-smell, stubble-reek, pumpkin-vinegar?

Someone is taking all the parts

In this season’s performance—ha! leaping the footlights

Where your beating blood is most gay with his masking,

Marks your time too with his ticking bomb.