Poem 23: Abbotoir Abbot
Hang the Bastards
And let the bastards hang
In the wheat fields
City and country
Nation and badge
On your right hand
The customer is always
right handed
I am in Wisconsin
I am in a wheat field
I am smoking wheat
in the fields
of the time
of the war
The Nation I am
in the city
The city of time
Do you slaughter your horses
where you ride
Then I say,
Ride on,
Gallant of the knights,
Gallant of the nights,
Ride on,
onward
--Eli Fox
