From The Pennyweight Woods
I ran into the woods to find the red house.
But what is the use of a house without
A planet to put it on? I mean, without Peace?
Until the armies disperse,
It is better to cook my food with broken glass
Than with fire.
The black & white cinema wants to know
Where have they taken our Lord?
The beetle asks the flowers at Beauvoir,
Change is change.
Here is my eye when I was a baby.
It is clean for you now
And for the rest of the family
Helping the sunshine over there.