Wikipedia Poem, No. 804
cumulus stalk
dancing motes of grasshalms
greek lemonade
lonely kalamos
reed whistle
of manchester or trinity
yet to have been made whole
somehow by countries
which had relapsed
into appreciation those countries
halming the nasty english vocalature
grass thatchwacked up and
into the ol' english nose — achoo! such wind! —
which had like a holy cat o' whip
roughly experienced
that vampiric futurism
least appreciated by the latin culmus, stalk great
merely insofar as its industrial revolutionaries
plume up and out and into and over the city hollows
wholly contained therein as a bauble
for those who lash mercy's baetylus — speech
your city
the wretched witch
for other tongues of other men;
veteris ex nova
veteris veteris
veteris
