Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four

hearers in the racket of the market

with ancient signs, infamous characters,

new rythms. On the steps he was beloved,

hours a day, by all his four, or more,

depending. And they paid him.

It was not, so, like no one listening

but critics famed & Henry’s pals or other

tellers at all

chiefly in another country. No.

He by the heart & brains & tail, because

of their love for it, had them.

Junk he said to all them open-mouthed.

Weather wóuld govern. When the monsoon spread

its floods, few came, two.

Came a day when none, though he began

in his accustomed way on the filthy steps

in a crash of waters, came.