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1970
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George F. Butterick (1942–1988) 1970 Urgency drives up in jeeps of change. We are heaviness invincible. We paint our body white heat. We hang light where the wind does, and hold cry of pleasure. Air is anything we breathe or do to keep alive, or wear to. Our own pride is as tight as a drum. We shoot out, bear guns of accomplishment. Pigs the color of rocks move at our touch. The sun sets all over us, lavishes down. We are the tolerant winners. Our words are a nimble chain. Work is free invention. Time has no collar. The only poetry is the release of history and free use of its hoarded acquisitions. This is the furnace that the arm, the feeding hand, goes in, willingly, in the end, until the love is annealed. So let the pact be bound! Let the love be annealed! Wipe the bloody foam from the mouth of morning! 166 gArnet poems And let even the faintest lapse of wings, of will, any delay which is the hiss of time, pass out of here, on a skid out of here. ...