Theory

as if we would bury
the theories! like small children,
swimming in the
blackened lakes, blackened by
burnt spruce, and the older laws-

who stretched
calf-skin,
over the drawn wealth of a hand-
pressed

on a window.

and ah!
the swimming fish looking
gaping and about
like children like the buried small
children of theories-

footsteps about the lake
oh beaten path stray! stray Brahmin path
and

symbolic red-

how often do the historiographers truly
stand bold and write with italicized ideologues on the
weather in
virginia. the pressure of mahogany wood
on the underside of a pen-

(the tie
he wore the
tone he laughed
the)

southerly way left and burying elitist theories-
singing a bit it helped. any-
thing truly does if no-
thing will