TO THE SOUNDING
BELL OF ALL
TRIPLETS OF BELIEF
How now? Do we excuse the robin for a running
song? Have the cowbells stopped ringing on
the lane? And, anyway, young children,
where is this America now?
I have a scrapbook to show you : one made
of words, of energy and sound. It leans
too slowly downward, but they keep
bringing more to give. Revolutionary
War soldiers and Civil War bums :
the kind of men you couldn't
possibly understand now.
They add up to different sums, a history
of weisneheimers running with their guns.
None of you would understand; too busy
in your noise, yes, too busy in your