The Subsistence Farmer

 

"If only outdoor parties would have some notion of the
    remaining traces of long-deceased insights and
    penetrations of the person,
I might be there. The disappointment occurs at every guest’s
    denial of the overpowering senses of science and
    design,
Allowing me no room for a tender freedom to scream and shout
    and sing my song of the categories."

Upon earth there are two kinds of depth. One of the innocence
    and utter questioning that is science and art and
    something in poetry!
Another of the chosen defiance against the readily textured,
    preferring the blessings of angels too various in form
    and volume to ever be mentioned in this bit of
    recapitulation.
The final analysis results in a crowning of the supreme choice-
    alternative in the old hunter’s previous, decerebralized
    challenging, so where is definition?

If all storms and strife are to call for my passionate description
    of the certain cause of each effect now,
I, poet, shall have to burp in sarcasm at their innocence, their
    stupidity—
The land can challenge me not to an intellectual duel. Far am I
    superior to it, far blessed with laws so unlike the
    predictability of "gravity" and the blue planet’s "orbit"
    For why face all storms when all we’re seeking here is
    an official dinner with these, not as in a cityboy's valley
    picnic? E.g., what’s the earth as ready farm?

 

 

 

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