Chain Saws Everywhere.
There are chain saws made out of words.
These chain saws were in
The knapsacks of Marco Polo,
In the saddlebags of Lewis and Clark.
In the bare-back trailing gowns of inaugural balls,
In the shadow of the geometrically chopped tree in Augsburg,
In the horn of the unicorn, in the fire puffed out by the dragon.
Everywhere,
In the glass houses holding cocktails and sipping the judges' black robes,
In the thighs of the tightrope walkers above courthouses and their story-book courtesans,
Everywhere, there are houses,
Every house built from the chainsaws of words.
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