Damned fool, that boorish Dane
Who first said that to live was in the leaping
Cruel, jesting faces glued to the linings of sheet-rock
I spill out of walls, intangibly repressed
Fear and trembling, love and loathing
Warbler's tune holds the siren's throne
Past my tragus, inner-ear folds
Sinner's call of condemnation
He shrieks through bitter weeps
That all the fruits we held:
Impassioned labor and the bourgeois need for blood-sport
Tumbled down in crystalline nodes
Fanciful concepts, cast-iron Chimeras
It's always silent in the library
I squint towards the mystifying dome
Offices abandoned in the heat
Moldy tomes strewn about
Like so much rubbish in the
fissures between ourselves
Davis slipped through
While we clutched at granules
of flax-seed faith, Uncle Sam's stock
of Vitamin B, and never again
will there be deficiency
Inject our serum on our soil and
You'll live forever
Georgia kept its word
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