Where Weeds Speak Every Name
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people sell what they can’t offer
combwind handshakes, pies on a plate
wondering always … if they’ve well hid their diaries
and if the dirt molecules … really cough up old sprites
farmers own all degrees
mechanics sowise hide their words
more than you yet understand
these are now who govern the world
the wealthy, they are ignorants bonus
not with minds, but with buckles on passion
humility and to be taught many things
never even entered … into their brains
instead they schooled the professors in all of it
who were buying their grades
and writing their rumps
and sunflours up up on every slopish hill of a thing
baked in the oven … where minds are on fire
and all of the children
who never sprouted forth
or said their two plus twos
or walked the mountain smash
they never saw us go
to mimick a lick of it
the flat of ground, where water whispers rock
wondering quiet, if God were an eyeball
or whether His ears … had anywhere … they didn't go
and his feet if really looked much at all like any our own
and certain cars drove certain roads with people with plastic heads
and power feet … they pushed at the brake material
though nothing at all … was going faster than light
and only our souls, were slow at the quickest speeds
and dripping like David’s well, while mighty men crawled the dark earth
and when the knowledge, that…
