And so 

 The encyclical foray

    Into the mad mouth

      Of the Jaguar

     With eyes aflame

     And pants 

And shoes

   Here now are the times!

   The river flows

     The river bears our beats

       The river tears your heart

         The river is kind and knowing

   But the Jaguar 

    Watches 

   From the lighted windows above

  For the handle

    Of the automatic

A .34 pointed

   At your chest

   You shuffle the sidewalk cement

   With newspaper strewn

   And blown in the wind

A lucky number!

 Every night! 

 A lucky number!