Pandora Seated At Wrigley Field

(Poetry) let it thicken as it stands. Let it be beautiful, unharnessed verbal rage or song or deed, or graven image set in stone, where walls fell around some demagouge in some ill-remembered time. $IN In our arrogance we place this joyous thing in chain$ We seek to give it rules and charter, duties and forms but the ravenous beauty of our thinking has outsmarted us. and, much like pandora's discretion, when the first man (Or Woman) -chicken or egg get over it- pressed his stick to dirt and made his mark he unleashed a torrent that can never be held at bay. (Poetry) will not be held in fief, and the Box which was held by the daughter of Zeus is open. And I for one am glad of it. Let it light our hearts ablaze and temper our might with frost, let the last vista overlooking the plauge of perpetuity be LOST