Q. Whoever makes it, tells it not.
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
Whoever knows it, wants it not
A. Counterfeit money
Q. I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
A. Lightning
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
Whoever knows it, wants it not
A. Counterfeit money
Q. I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
A. Lightning
