A poem by William Carlos Williams
Illustrated by Benn Bell
Dedicated to Ginger Peacock Jones
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt
his hair standing out on all sides
stood on his toes heels together
arms gracefully for the moment curled above his head.
Then he whirled about bounded into the air
and with an entrechat perfectly achieved
completed the figure.
My mother
taken by surprise
where she sat
in her invalid’s chair
was left speechless.
Bravo! she cried at last
and clapped her hands.
The man’s wife came from the kitchen: What goes on here? she said.
But the show was over.
Ghost Dog 