Hoping for an Opening

Hard rain hurts the neck, which is that soft. A part

to cut. Not to be so grim

and guillotine-gullible, but I have been; safe-

ty, thank you, operates heavy.

Craning backwards, I was warned of bags, big time debris

liable to fall on me (“as if only”). But I report now

back to you, soft

bands everywhere for falling onto, like hard