I typed this out for use in a thread on a political list (lbo-talk),
but having typed it I thought I'd send it here as well.
"In Buckinghmshire hedgerows
the birds nestingf in the merged green density,
weave little bits of string and moths and feathers and
in parabolic concentric curves" and,
working for concavity, leave spherical feats of rare efficiency;
whereas through lack of integration,
avid for someone's fortune,
three were slain and ten committed perjury,
six died, two killed themselves, and two paid fines for
risks they'd run.
But then there is the icosasphere
in which at last we have steel-cutting at its summit of
since twenty triangles conjoined, can wrap one
ball or double-rounded shell
with almost no waste, so geometrically
neat, it's an icosahedron. Would the engineers making one,
or Mr. J.O. Jackson tell us
how the Egyptians could have set up seventy-eight-foot solid
We should like to know how that was done.
Poems don't get any better.