In Democracy Both A Deep Reverence And

There Is No Song To Your Singing.

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.

Pile The Bodies High At Austerlitz And Waterloo. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work- I Am The Grass; I Cover All. And Pile Them High At Gettysburg. And Pile Them High At Ypres And Verdun. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work. Two Years, Ten Years,and Passengers Ask The Conductor- What Place Is This? Where Are We Now? I Am The Grass. Let Me Work.

A Man May Be Born, But In Order To Be Born He Must First Die, And In Order To Die He Must First Awake.