Alchemisland

Too shy to raise my hand and ask

I would rather waddle home damp

My sealed thighs bundling soiled strides

Hanging loincloth pendent otherwise

Far from then now, far as gate-tending Time allows

I’m happy asking now. In fact, I’m happy announcing aloud, freed of tact

Exactly what denomination of ablution will be afoot in that unlucky jacks.