The Webster Man

I met with Webster once more
in the lane leading to the white horse

He had aged since our previous meeting
but the horse had not aged at all

Ideal

The weather vane
greeted the dawn
with an indifference
not seen for many years
even the joyful cock
refused to crow
that morning

The Great Man

Looks down
on the scurry rats
as they stagger
into the sewers
of his perfumed town