The Beastie thing on the island
Where we exist as though we live
Wears no face.
've seen it not yet I know it. It
isn't the decayed head festooned with
It isn't a Lord of the Flies:
It is the crown.Yes, the crown.
The crown with the Jacks; The
crown with the Raphs That
wangles our rights and sets us
The crown is nobody until wears the
Yes! The head. Many heads.
Are they OF the people
Who exist with wreath lying on their
they BY the people Who
wish a rebirth in another man's land? Are
they FOR the people Who
cough for a voice to say...?
This death in life!