I see the name of reason being taken out into the streets and beaten to a pulp with quasi-political rhetoric bullshit.
Look.
There it is: the steeple has impaled the child.
The child might be crying, but no one knows for sure
because the steeple rages so loudly.
It has condemned every single phrase to come out of the earth, forgetting any goodness, any laughter,
any heartache.
I hope the steeple snaps in half.
May it fall in such discord
that if it ever again rises it will be
unrecognizable.
