Of Water Which...

Of water which is unripe
Of water baffling 
Hangs a tree in the plain 
Has a badly waxed pole 
No one needs a graveyard
Not even in a carnival 
Not even in a graveyard 
Not even in a ball 
Here are the same words
Which enfold the distance
Set by the general
"You're hungry"
But the rhythm of credit municipal
Does not suffice to excite the apostles 
One two three to the cabin
Of the baker's most sulfurous boss
Taking off the roof collapsing 
Of a zodiac circle 
At the end of all dance for none can enslave
These uncertain guests 
Hotels of an night boat wavering