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.
