Page 5Profound Nonsense for Pat(for P.G.) Did you ever want to walk barefoot through a bungalow while your mind raced in green-sun pastures that dreamed of metal cities destroyed by a wisp of milkweed? Me neither. Plea from Village #24 or A Fond Farewell to the... Look what they've done to it. Look what they've done. Look ever so carefully at what they've done. They've ground it and smashed it, devoured it whole, twisted and mashed it and shattered its soul. Look what they've done to it. Let's see what they've done. Those wonderful people who fell from the sun tracked it. cornered it, stripped it bare savagely raped it, murdered it there. And what will they say to us? What will they say? That there is no room for this kind today? Will you nod? Will you bear it and say, "Why, of course!"? Will you swallow the rainbows and add to their force? Will you help them to wash the stain from their hands? Will you crawl through their caverns and kneel on their sands? Will you offer the match That burns all the land? And what will you do then? Wish it away? Flip a coin? What will you do? When those who come after point When a child points at you and demands that you explain? on watching the flight of a heron over the meadow at twilight The twilight flight coaxes a sigh to wander past a forest of wish and a river of reflection to seek out a burning bush teng huanese laughter a misplaced mountain and a blood-stained tree and to consummate it journey where the four-part is sung of growing into childhood |
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