I am the undertow
Washing tides of power
Battering the pillars
Under your things of high law.
I am a sleepless
Maker of rust and rot
In your bastioned fastenings,
I am the Law
Older than you
And your builders proud.
I am deaf
In all days
Say "Yes" or "No".
I am the crumbler:
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sun 06.28.2009 at 01:59
After the last red sunset glimmer,
Black on the line of a low hill rise,
Formed into moving shadows, I saw
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Thu 06.25.2009 at 18:28
Legs hold a torso away from the earth.
And a regular high poem of legs is here.
Powers of bone and cord raise a belly and lungs
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Tue 06.23.2009 at 19:04
Little one, you have been buzzing in the books,
Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with lawyers
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Sun 06.21.2009 at 02:40
Undertakers, hearse drivers, grave diggers,
I speak to you as one not afraid of your business.
written by Carl Sandburg, published on Thu 06.11.2009 at 10:22
Many ways to say good night.
Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July
spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.