I have good evidence
…(True, not empirical)

That worms are rising in
The world in which I die,

That alcohol is fighting
And growing in the tube,

That the hydraulic grass
Is working up the blue
And crystal elephant
Of snow, the leafy shell.

O the gray bombs on twig
And thigh are triggered for
A silken dynamiting
Of Tigers through the sky.

…If not exact enough
Be on your chilly way.

Wherever I have been
All winter I shall be real.

And I am in sweet fits
And peeling to the skin.

Last Modified 1 July 2007
© David Lyttle 1959, 2007