Cuando la palabra invoca el silencio

The Picket Fence

One time there was a picket fence
with space to gaze from hence to thence.
An architect who saw this sight
approached it suddenly one night,
removed the spaces from the fence,
and built of them a residence.
The picket fence stood there dumbfounded
with pickets wholly unsurrounded,
a view so loathsome and obscene,
the senate had to intervene.
The architect, however, flew
to Afri- or Americoo.
[Morgenstern, 1964]