White-Binder Poems  

The grotesque hills are the favorite hills of boys;
cows lead them to  the pond as great imaginary battles
slug it out in the sun,

above the houses and cars, great wars are decided
by sticks and garbage can tops. Boys whoop with
impunity and are completely victorious as voices echo
           through empty houses.

The people loll on the hillsides oblivious of the
ways the gods discover little boys. Oblivious of the fierce
devotion little boys have with their sticks.