Tap tap, black rat,
You’ll have to do better,
It’s hidden - not hot. And I only ever
Show those that need to know,
And I need them to know every letter.

No traps, black rat,
There’s no paper trail,
It’s locked up inside and it’s not yet on sale.
I’m honing.
Slow and forever, my masterpiece never,
And nothing
For you.

Not a full stop to chew,
Not a hyphen to bite right through.