White-Binder Poems  

What are we called on to know?
What are we called on to maintain?

Beautiful women know us by now.

Free people sing our praises.

Let us know what adheres.
Let us know half the people who live with us.
Let us know the age of trees when events
                    depress us.
Let us know the non-extinguishable regions.
Let us know a few of the facts.

Let us know when they want like hungry bears.

Let us know when they are filled with great fear.