A 50-foot tall Marine Corps drill instructor
is hovering over America's cities
A plump pink Russian emerges from a bath
and sews himself some new clothing
Our bodies, receptors for art
or a state-of-the-art recycling facility
"You are blocking traffic," the trooper told him
"We are traffic," he replied
I'm wearing a mail shirt because
I'm delivering a message today
People sleeping with soggy, shredded newspapers,
fellow envelopes:
we are enclosed
and nearly
licked.
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails,
whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through
the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush!
-- Captain Ahab, "Moby Dick"
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