--the hand that signed the paper, DT 1914-1953

Hell be the one hung when judgement appears

as glossed Williams as to Thomass fate

Such Wild Metaphors peace be faithful

the sickness of Spring is no adventure

it willnt not return mulch for wheelbarrow

Man as Metaphors too much Medicine

for backwards desires redolent, Boxed,

Will as yet become Flowers for Yielding.


Tell me again, tell it to me again.

My youth was bent by the same fever gained

I send my condolence : you are one too?

A needle in the conscience of power,

as the bard on his strings hung up higher

than the others for everyone to see