Grimbeau

Precocious as a pre-fab sprout,

Faron Young plus thirty-three.

The hour: the one before the darkest,

Clock the dour, prudent, tourist jurist

loping slowmo from zero to one,

distilling memento mori ad hoc.

Just like a Rigoletto really,

or a cigarillo nearly, huffing,

Puffing, somewhere in the night.