"A equals X," says Mister One."A equals B," says Mister Two."A equals nothing under the
But A," says Mister Three.
A
Applaud; some wipe their eyes;
Some linger in the shade to
One and Two in neat
Decapitating Mister Three."This age is not entirely bad."It's bad enough,
God knows, but
Should know Elizabethans
Sweeneys and Mrs.
Porters too.
The past goes down and disappears,
The present stumbles home to bed,
The future stretches out in
That no one knows, and you'll be dead.
