Seventeen
The Expelled
Then suddenly, unexpectedly,
at that very split second, in the bat of
an eye, in the eye of a bat, like wine from the wine-taster's mouth,
like vitriol, like a frightened deer, like the strange career of Jim
Crow, to the tune of "Pretty Little Miss in the Garden," The
Expelled.
Wumpa! Wumpa! Wumpa!
