Lumbermen
in the raw timber
I see nothing of the hill
but ruins
what a dreadful thing it is
to look down the precipice
into a grave
board on board
men full of pillage making money
of some honest joy
Angry poems
Angry poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Intemperate
like a blade carried in the teeth
my temper
not fit to go to bed with
if I hope to sleep
Out of sight, out of mind
fine fish
from a wretched dirty sea
we bought four
easily persuaded almost to anything
offer us love
but never science
wrong the poor but make me thankful
for being at ease
Touched
I have been touched in a coach
on a boat
in the street
how numb I am to it
that pernicious hand
the whore fit for no one
that he would have me be
Oaths
water of many places
these words come with arms
and damn us to remember
but not to be faithful
The great equalizer
in the city of the dead
the poor cannot have any bell
ring for them
we fear that public sand
fear being forced to lie there
like a little warren
The coming of spring
the cult of money would have
some other light at noon
stop the green
experiments of spring
and to take their place
a red meat world
Conviction
busy
I order an answer
full of ring and rage
a cold answer
an answer to stop
all future worlds from being
and no doubt in any
part of me after
a while
Crackdown
we must shut up shop
on a meat-dark night
business keeping us naked
in a rich city
having already spent
one year’s share of our fear
Civilization
the place drawn out of
a quiet heavy nothing
like a letter from me to myself
each thinking the other a fool
every city is all
the cities in the world
their neighbors in the country pay
in blood and little supper
Speaking truth to power
who follows the lies
expressed on all occasions now
the art of lying is over
guns hear nothing
whether in earnest or not
Backward river
years of my life full
of horrid memory
taking me back into the river
that thin nation
all fury and revenge
cruel men never suffer
barbarous as the afternoon office
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