There Are Bills To Be

To Save Your World You Asked This Man To Die; Would This Man, Could He See You Now, Ask Why?

Say This City Has Ten Million Souls, Some Are Living In Mansions, Some Are Living In Holes: Yet There’s No Place For Us, My Dear, Yet There’s No Place For Us.

One Of The Troubles Of Our Times Is That We Are All, I Think, Precocious As Personalities And Backward As Characters.

And Make Us As Newton Was, Who In His Garden Watching The Apple Falling Towards England, Became Aware Between Himself And Her Of An Eternal Tie.

Out On The Lawn I Lie In Bed, Vega Conspicuous Overhead.