A Man May Be Born, But In

I'll Die Propped Up In Bed Trying To Do A Poem About America.

In The Average Newspaper There Is Not A Complete Suppression Of Stories That The Sacred Cows Don't Want Printed. But Rather What Happens Is That The Stories Get Printed With Stresses, Colorations And Emphasis That Favor The Sacred Cows.

The Peace Of Great Books Be For You, Stains Of Pressed Clover Leaves On Pages, Bleach Of The Light Of Years Held In Leather.

Hope Is An Echo, Hope Ties Itself Yonder, Yonder.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.