II declare a
NNecessity for logic
AAnd paranoid genocide. Because
With the contemporary jewels of its spine
Exposed to me, I am quiet like everyone else.
No punctuating flesh. No crowded animal.
No alienated logic. No self-reliant logic.
But seasons are happening. And men paint
Themselves. And governments are governments.
And I am writing poem because a God of no
God is speaking to me.
Robert Snyderman >