Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Trade And Tread
Never more to tread and trade its serenity,
Pass those lives with charm and stoppage;
Why are you buried and burnt with stupor?
Supply an action of new neatness that offers
Me the yesterday and the plumbing of it.
Lives are different offering some not years,
But the costume of a man is the life,
And the girls of the boys are again in stretching,
Generous and cowardly in the extreme,
Plump and happy, unable to distinguish
The right from the wrong.
Let suburbs be written down and stretched,
Straightened and jostled by the weather of rain.
Never more to fear than the fears,
Basking in the holy star once more.