Without the little spirochete
We'd have no chocolate to eat,
Nor would tobacco's fragrance greet
The European nose.
III
Each nation guards
i~
native land
With cannon and with sentry;
Inspectors look for contraband
At every port of entry;
Yet nothing can prevent the spread
Of Love's divine disease;
It rounds the world from bed
to
bed,
As
pretty as you please.
Men worship Venus everywhere,
As
plainly may be seen.
The decorations which I bear
Are nobler than the
Croix de Guerre,
And gained in service of our fair
And universal Queen.
MUNCH'S SCREAM
Richard Wilbur
Observe. Ridged, raised, tactile, the horror
of the skinned head is there. It is skinned
which had a covering-up before,
and now is nude, and is determined
by what it perceives. The blood not Christ's,
blood of death without resurrection,
winds flatly in the air. Habit
fois~
conventional surrender to one
