--the hand that signed the paper, DT 1914-1953
He’ll be the one hung when judgement appears
as glossed Williams as to Thomas’s fate
Such Wild Metaphors peace be faithful
the sickness of Spring is no adventure
it willn’t not return mulch for wheelbarrow
Man as Metaphor’s 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
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