Lawn-Mower

Clark Ashton Smith

The grass too we truncate
Into flat uniform monotonous lawns.

And man must amputate himself and his fellows
To fit the Procrustean beds,
To pass beneath the low lintels
And along the cramped ways
Of conformity.

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Printed on: November 25, 2017