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Thoughts of his own death,
like the distant roll
of thunder at a picnic.
City Without Walls, and Other Poems (1969)
Americans—like omelets:
there is no such thing
as a pretty good one.
City Without Walls, and Other Poems (1969)
Can sixty make sense to sixteen-Plus?
What has my camp in common with theirs,
With buttons and beards and Be-Ins?
Much, I hope. In Acts it is written
Taste was no problem at Pentecost.
City Without Walls, and Other Poems (1969)
The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach,
The Ogre cannot master Speech:
About a subjugated plain,
Among its desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.
City Without Walls, and Other Poems (1969)