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Can't Stand It Donald Revell

I hear the elephant music Of the rusted swings, and up, Up higher, then down again, Happy children take the sound. No snakes can read. Walking across the ocean, Walking on flowers nowhere to be seen, I walk on gold. So says hummingbird. So said the fountain As it filled with sand one day When I wasn't looking and my son grew old. Music dies with the man. It dies surely, like a finger. We have no poetry by Wm Blake. Not a single note of Bach survives. Stop kidding yourself. Time is no river. It is a shard of glass, cutting. My Buddha in the wheelbarrow Holds up a broken bottle while he's wheeled Away. A diamond is a diamond. A cloud is a cloud that looks like one. In the afterlife, I take my children to a playground. Enormous birds perch safely on nothing. The swings make no sound.