Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling

Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order And Law Have A Cost.

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.

Corn Wind In The Fall, Come Off The Black Lands, Come Off The Whisper Of The Silk Hangers, The Lap Of The Flat Spear Leaves.

Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.