What bravery, what extremes, completely
to leave the world and etch the real one
engrave it, ink with rainbow, then copy--
world everlasting, repeatable, done;
and listen only to voices inside
not the outside, political rabble’s
rush to the bottom financial scrabble,
take dictation, write songs and hymns, abide
the time when valleys’ green can meet again
inside our hearts that realm whose pure exchange
does not pollute; single-handed counter-
balance, counter-culture, who was madder--
poet of fire, brimstone, smoke stacks, vision
of sadness, small cold rooms’ introversion.