If to a hammer everything’s a nail,
Then to a nail everything’s unfixed.
To the unfixed the world is storybook,
And to a storybook, love is to be read.
To be read is to be fixed, to be nailed,
To be hammered to wall or post or pike,
The sign beneath the skull roosted
At its top, which has one message
For all who can read it: Be ye warned.
Be ye warned: The eye takes in the news
And then the mouth starts to repeat it.