Watched a man watch a man. One man made smoke out of noth-
ing by scraping together two stones. Another kept time using
nothing by stones. One man made love, another made pain with
a stone in each hand. Somebody take out these stitches, I'm ready
to open my eyes. So this is the new world -- just like the old, only
brighter. Word is the governor's wife scattered loose strife in the
barnyard thinking it chicken feed & the wetlands turned purple
overnight. We make ready vectors for smallpox & language. Books
on magnetic tape, books on bookkeeping, on being, on coping &
Beekeeping -- I could have told you, all it takes is a meadow &
nerve. Come, let me show you the recycled cosmos inside my api-
ary. A veil on a peg. Queen deep in the sweetness.
~ Srikanth Reedy, 1973 -
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