In the art of sublime thoughts
I hear the last shot
Ring a rang
In the barrel of the tarot
The cards turned their arrows
As the last card said
Bang
It was then I heard a sparrow
Chirp on a scarecrow
That couldn't scare the thoughts away
The cards on the table
Finished their fable
As the last one played
My last look at the deck
Before the noose wore my neck
I saw the jack of spades
In the art of a sublime poet
All his words went away
And before the world knew it
He disappeared in the fluid
That flowed in the back of his brain
Ring a rang
It was the last sound
That was never heard again
Bang
The only sound left in the room
Was the dropping of his pen