One Day Anyone Died I Guess (and

Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among Mortals.

What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.

My Sweet Old Etcetera Aunt Lucy During The Recent War Could And What Is More Did Tell You Just What Everybody Was Fighting For, My Sister Isabel Created Hundreds (and Hundreds) Of Socks Not To Mention Shirts Fleaproof Earwarmers Etcetera Wristers Etcetera, My Mother Hoped That I Would Die Etcetera Bravely Of Course My Father Used To Become Hoarse Talking About How It Was A Privilege And If Only He Could Meanwhile My Self Etcetera Lay Quietly In The Deep Mud Et Cetera (dreaming, Et Cetera, Of Your Smile Eyes Knees And Of Your Etcetera)

All Nothing's Only Our Hugest Home; The Most Who Die, The More We Live

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.