Sunday, August 22, 2004

1.22



Said Ajax on his return, obsessed almost wise,
—See the coastlines that make Alba in its region,
What the Lord hath writ, I ‘ll vehemently take hold,
I ‘ll heave against those affronting scrawls, those
     infant efforts,
I ‘ll haul the coastlines straight, this world requires
     its cleansing.