Noose

Things started fine, but then the water pooled
Around your ankles, and the dogs got loose.
I tried Zen, but it wasn't any use:
The sun was setting, and the earth had cooled.
The physicist admitted he'd been fooled
By bright eyes flashing and a nice caboose.
He said to me, "My neck is in a noose,"
And you implied worlds had to be retooled.

I can't do that. I can't remake the plan,
Which was to terrify the girls and boys
With flat, hard faces and defective noise,
As loud and hard and awful as we can.
Myself, I've been a sad, distracted man,
The sort of host that nobody enjoys.