The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His

Pity The Planet, All Joy Gone From This Sweet Volcanic Cone; Peace To Our Children When They Fall In Small War On The Heel Of Small War--until The End Of Time To Police The Earth, A Ghost Orbiting Forever Lost In Our Monotonous Sublime

The Scythers, Time And Death, Helmed Locusts, Move Upon The Tree Of Breath

In The End, There Is No End.

And Blue-lung'd Combers Lumbered To The Kill.

It's A Completely Powerful And Serious Book, As Good As Anything In Prose Or Poetry Written By A 'beat' Writer, And One Of The Most Alive Books Written By Any American For Years. I Don't See How It Could Be Considered Immoral.