change as an instrument of global order

 

Thy father lies.óW.S.



change is like an old ferment
in a rubber Wellington
"that's newly-mown in June"

there
's nowthing in that really says I
hark ye
change in old railroad trains and old
stations and old
summits and old
fibers and old
standards and the Flagstaff
mail train under the moon
and under the curving forest
lightens the old order forest
yes I like the old order forest
these are like items both terms
radical opposites

blandishments are these
like I was telling you them any see

change any garments you like any
these if you like for instance there

now here if you like you do here any like thing
in-between you slip like a finger off a ring

with your bare particles nubile-naked in the sun