A.R. Ammons once wrote,
In a poem, of his poems
As modes against too much.
That Archie was too much.
Psychology’s too much.
Humanity’s too much,
Everyone blaring out
About the good they do
For each other, while down
Low, under the table
Passing money and drugs
Or making small assaults.
The Colossus of Mind,
The Colossus of Bones
Stands athwart the living
Planet, hands on its hips,
Surveying and asking
What have I done to this, what
Have I done to deserve
This? Oh, shut up. Take this.
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