Rutledges
He said "Good evening, Alice"
She snuggled into her rabbit
To avoid the stares, like knives
The eyes, bright as coins
Of the rabbit, the doctor and the cat
Whispering sweet rhymes
The damned fill her head with their mad rhymes
"Would you like some wine, Alice?"
Asks the cat
With the mad-cap grin, dangling its claws in the entrails of the rabbit
The doctor straightens the gold coins
Of his waistcoat and pushes knives
In between the ivory knives
That whistle out euphoric rhymes
For blood-lead coins
In praise of savior Alice
Whose herald was the White Rabbit
Whose advisor is the Cheshire Cat
"Speak not in Riddles, Mad Cat!"
She says as they pass through the gate of knives
Stained with the blood of the White Rabbit
It laughs and recites its ridiculous rhymes
"As you wish, sweet Alice."
His dead eyes drop like coins
Charon's fare, and the silver coin
Shines through the shadowed outline of the cat
And on the porcelain face of Alice
And highlights the edge of her knives
It scribbles mad rhymes
On the scarred wall and the rabbit
Oh! The stuffed white rabbit
With its black coin
Eyes and the iron-bar rhymes
And the ghost grey cat
And the needle-thin knives
"Wake up, Alice!"
The doctor leans over Alice, carefully tucking the white stuffed rabbit
Into the hand that once held the knives, and the globulous coins
While into her ear, the grey cat whispers its patriotic rhymes
He said "Good evening, Alice"
She snuggled into her rabbit
To avoid the stares, like knives
The eyes, bright as coins
Of the rabbit, the doctor and the cat
Whispering sweet rhymes
The damned fill her head with their mad rhymes
"Would you like some wine, Alice?"
Asks the cat
With the mad-cap grin, dangling its claws in the entrails of the rabbit
The doctor straightens the gold coins
Of his waistcoat and pushes knives
In between the ivory knives
That whistle out euphoric rhymes
For blood-lead coins
In praise of savior Alice
Whose herald was the White Rabbit
Whose advisor is the Cheshire Cat
"Speak not in Riddles, Mad Cat!"
She says as they pass through the gate of knives
Stained with the blood of the White Rabbit
It laughs and recites its ridiculous rhymes
"As you wish, sweet Alice."
His dead eyes drop like coins
Charon's fare, and the silver coin
Shines through the shadowed outline of the cat
And on the porcelain face of Alice
And highlights the edge of her knives
It scribbles mad rhymes
On the scarred wall and the rabbit
Oh! The stuffed white rabbit
With its black coin
Eyes and the iron-bar rhymes
And the ghost grey cat
And the needle-thin knives
"Wake up, Alice!"
The doctor leans over Alice, carefully tucking the white stuffed rabbit
Into the hand that once held the knives, and the globulous coins
While into her ear, the grey cat whispers its patriotic rhymes