Monday, October 10, 2011

Conspiracy of Two Against the World

If I were out of love
and sequence I would turn
the end of love–its death–
knife-like against myself
to cut off my distinction and
rejoin the Commons, maimed.
But love is here!, so by
that contact with the one
oh may I contact all
self-alienated aliens
in Atom City and apply
to join the one big union.
Workers of this world, unite!

Alan Dugan