Trill pulled on his tongue
Till his thoughts were sprung
And running along beside him

So his half head
Had room instead
For the whole sky and a wide whim

That came from the east
To fill on the feast
His thoughts had won for all

Then sank in the west
Of Trill’s open chest,
His heart gone for one more brawl

With the toes of his feet
Who’d suffer defeat
For where their soul would go

So long as it meant
Wherever Trill went
He went there full and whole.