Dirty Sawool

Dirty Sawool said his mother screamed in one ear all the day
so he was deaf on one side, unbalancing both the legs.
He tore his leg off but talked, scripted its future and it ran
into the ether held steady by a rope, a cloud's odd friend.

When you slip a noose over your leg that's not much act but to fall upon your face
Dirty Sawool could and did, but one leg took off into the sky
usually knocking eggs out of nests and birds to land.
the tattooed leg had a mind full of unpresumed plans.

He steadied the flight on back directed into the rope saying what was the leg's writing
as covered with script in deep ink northwest and east by degree
the leg consented dropping to ground hands bredth from the knee
lashing the leg back on with the telegraph rope.
It would kick and crush eggs, birds or Dirty Sawool's hopes
Afraid to clean any "directive dirt" he'd boast
"And hour with me & you'll lose faithulness to soap."