I'm One Of The Cliches

The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

I'm One Of The Cliches That Has Grown Up.

What Pudor Pejorocracy Affronts How Awe, Night-rest And Neighborhood Can Rot What Breeds Where Dirtiness Is Law What Crawls Below

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.