Survival Is Your Strength Not

Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under The Burden.

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.

Men Have Left God Not For Other Gods, They Say, But For No God; And This Has Never Happened Before.

Paint Me The Bold Anfractuous Rocks Faced By The Snarled And Yelping Seas.