The Songs of Maximus: SONG 1

colored pictures of all things to eat: dirty postcards And words, words, words all over everything No eyes or ears left to do their own doings (all invaded, appropriated, outraged, all senses including the mind, that worker on what is And that other sense made to give even the most wretched, or any of us, wretched, that consolation (greased lulled even the street-cars song