5.17.2010

The Song of the Last Men

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.

it reads:
If it would be have been our choice
We'd have been born as beasts;
Forget the will, the word, the human voice
Bring on the endless feasts!
But hold a moment on that request
We'd had a troubling thought;
For health to feast is not the best
Or not to feast a lot!
But if you can find us pleasure still
With consequence the least;
Let it then again have been our will
And make each a mindless beast!

2 comments:

  1. How trimmed and cozy is the garden
    Whose prim and rosy is its warden.

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  2. And bright and lovely is the bower
    Below the white and comely tower.

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