Trees are Bruising up against the ground from underneath
feel them below like a Jackhammer they are a Jackhammer
Man your machines, Men-- be Shovelready--
some Hazard is posing
"The poem is the cry of its occasion"
Trees are Bruising up against the ground from underneath
feel them below like a Jackhammer they are a Jackhammer
Man your machines, Men-- be Shovelready--
some Hazard is posing
