Dust is the only Secret

Dust is the only Secret—

Death, the only One

You cannot find out all about

In his “native town.”

Nobody know “his Father”—

Never was a Boy—

Hadn’t any playmates,

Or “Early history”—

Industrious! Laconic!

Punctual! Sedate!

Bold as a Brigand!

Stiller than a Fleet!

Builds, like a Bird, too!

Christ robs the Nest—

Robin after Robin

Smuggled to Rest!