Is to as are to
Center, it won't hold
Dead hand signal from a
Dweller on the threshold
What is Patience Worth?
Fetch once flesh? Hypnic jerk?
Fistful of cemetery dirt?
Trust and belief come
Crying at the back door
Milk will run out and they
Won't come a-round no more
Divine, scry, and dowse
Or let the tabby drowse
Blinking wisdom through the house
I will know good deed from sin
On the day my plague comes in