Wikipedia Poem, No. 739
crown of smoke nation hunger as portable illusion any old hunger . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . theory subsumes hunger and mortality illusions hunger as . . . . . . .
. . . . . a hunger as . . . . . . . moralist for nations hunger is always potable
illusion seeming syntax branch from trunk spore from gill
as an
as
a
gettering
to the field
dressed now
told
whom is dying to
come to terms with
our self
like arctic
arctic caps a married possible
field dressed
in the big beautiful blubbery suit whom dying dying dying
a ring too far gone to the
great am unmarried
according to the census i am dying
Source: Brock-Broido, Lucie. “You Have Harnessed Yourself Ridiculously to This World.” Poetry Foundation, Oct. 2013.