Lyraposematic

Here we are just signaling,
Signaling away. We are
Just signaling, signaling

You away. You can go now
While we, still signaling, stay.
Here the signs are signaling

Now, the poet’s gone away.
Here we remain signaling,
Pretending nothing to say,

Just a little signaling
In our insignificant
Way. That’s not our eye on us—

That eye’s you, that’s what you mean,
Signaling away our scene.