White-Binder Poems  

The poor man speculates what the bridges will look like
in one thousand years. He sees the multitude of faces
                   crossing the mighty bridges.

"And in a thousand years there will be a man like me,
poor and distraught and filled with wild speculation
                  generated by faith in God."

One thousand years is a stupendous lot he thinks.
One thousand years would see a lot of ups and downs.

The poor man counts values that will not be taken up

A poor and disgusting life lived with a perfect wife
in a house too small, on a street too short.

He will pass out flyers for the Democratic Party on Market Street.
He will be greedy for one scandal to see the mighty fall.

Oh, how the mighty fall.