Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Pondering prole I am, am I?
Yes, if truth be seen emerging bright
From such prisons as I walk half-crouched
And find rest by bending knee each hour.
The sign reads Stoop and firm's that syllable.
A tall man, sure, who doesn't show obeisance in dreams
Or always fear the knout for not so doing.
Democratic Man! Sing democratic man --
The hierarchy's in the hand that holds the willow
Or the one beyond with birch.