«Alone I stare into the frost’s white face. / It’s going nowhere, and I — from nowhere. / Everything ironed flat, pleated without a wrinkle: / Miraculous, the breathing plain. Meanwhile the sun squints at this starched poverty — / The squint itself consoled, at ease... / ...»
«I'd rip out / bureaucracy's guts, / I would. / No reverence for mandates — / good riddance! / Pack off to very...»
«I'd tear / like a wolf / at bureaucracy. / For mandates / my respect's but the slightest. / To the devil himself / I'd chuck without mercy / every r...»
«Four words. / Heavy, like a punch. / "Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's — unto the Lord / what is the Lord's." And for one / such as me, / where do I turn? / Where is my rest prepared? Where I / an infant, / like the Great ocean, / I would stand on tiptoes like the waves, / ...»