Addition; can there be a number one?
That's the assumption driving
our cars
into a marsh
to make a home
for whatever comes after.
Capital letters can't get across
the interest power of the holders
of scepters and the emeralds
that gild the walls
of any rational owner.
Property! Material!
The conditions of history
demand accounting:
credit the debits
with general equity upticks?
I don't know if the banks
can hold their own
against the shares that
make the call.
On what margin
can an enclosure
extrude confident men
and flood the cities and towns
and countryside
with air and foul and waste?
That's is the name of the windmill:
tilted Dons,
heading for the john
to expel all that was eaten
beyond the necessary fruit.
Roman Ryan 