no training required
to what mind bound to the railway track
does the poetry engine speed down upon
which siding has the signal chosen pre-
decided who needs to be borne down upon
and what ropes bind the minded there
and were they self-tied there all forlorn
who has been given the undeniable right
who has been born to this give and take
and devil take the hindmost so says the few
yet no yet no shouts the corner round
they throng to lay their pennies down
and flattened as big as pancakes now
they shine like they have never shone
so feed the worded coal into the furnace fire
and drive the engine ever on
for they will not retire
the word is out
the smuts aglow
literally all aboard the literary train
it’s time to grind the risen grain
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