...In this district of late
Last light, indicated by the hour of
The beauty of his neck, his face Arabian in contour
Like a Percheron grazing in his dome of grass,
If there is a god, he is not done
Yet, as if continuing to manhandle the still lives of
The confederate dead this far north, this time of year, each
Just a ghostly reason now. There are reasons: One,
Soon the wind will blow Pentecostal with the power of group prayer.
Two: the right to bear arms. Three: you did not find my empathy
Supernatural, at the very least.
—Have you any ideas that are new?