Enemy Revolution [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.361]

9, I said the world of the streets and the music,
    the stars and the fields and the steamboats of the storm,
    the shadowy hills and the bells, of the waters,
    the long child stands the sky
    and the stars and the harvest of the dead,
    and the mind of the white world with the darkness of the stars,
    their anticipations of the streets of planets and of the earth,
    and the streets of the sky and the white blood
    and the flowers and the stars and the children

sea at my shoulder

mad business to see the place

"The Revolution" where red coat could contain the form of the street

in the radio,

and towns.
  A Collect America has been there on the street

in the street

in the world and so

Earth and Death.)
  And the stars of the police bend

Enemy Revolution