All the horizon lines 
and hatchets sing us free 
prosody these pieces 
of the real 
what we allow into 
that field and what permits us 
malice the salvages of 
steeples burned
out long ago 
places unpeopled become 
peopled the "last 
first people" 
the first last 
but will any one be left to 
convert your testament to action? 
crude dries up we are 
too many million to system 
we turn to shale 
we turn to corn 
strategic resources issue alibis 
the violence in pro-
cessions 
in longer 
marches a violence 
of number 
what will 
happen they begin in songless
ness a path 
of giants paved by 
Malthus 
strange math 
which makes the world up.
Monday, August 11, 2008
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