I want a people who can't tell
a poem from a hammer, a people who sand
and nail them up on joists of logic.
a people who whistle the fugues of bottles
and recycle Schubert's airs to mix
with the gas that fries their eggs.
we'll have it right. Then we'll
have democracy: one man, one
song, one woman, one rock,
one wrench, one star,
one child, one bird, one vote.