Go ask Alice, said one, so we went,
and there she was, ten thousand feet tall
sitting, high and blonde the head, all crowned
in clouds, and we tried to scream things up
but when she spoke she just said Well kids…
Just that, and the night suddenly fell,
and we were lost, and from the long cracks
in the dry land spirits started to exale…
And how did you get out alive, gramps?
We were already out, stupid brat.
Urchin! Jackanapes! Whippersnapper!
Yeah, sure – as if the man allowed me
to joke like that: such a memory,
now, and it has made up details too.
Red flares in the sky were announced.