It's a natural born source of Mankind
this juice that comes from the licorice
tree. You just nick the bark, and a
person comes to be. The skylight
seeps through, a grand and dark blue.
The millions unaware of it, they just
call it Harvey, like that invisible
rabbit on some old film I seem
to recall. But why that is, I
just never know at all.
Scanning the crowd, I am fearful of
nothing. Looking back at myself,
however, I find I must run and hide.