The mumble-jumble dones on, the hangman waits;
the shabby surviving
Leaders of Germany are to learn that Vae Victis
Means Weh den Gesiegten. This kind of thing may console the distresses
Of Europeans: but for us! — Also we’ve caught
A poet, a small shrill man like a twilight bat,
Accused of being a traitor to his country. I have a bat in my tower
That knows more about treason, and about her country.