Out of the Cynic’s Chapbook

All affection and all love
Come to this when god is done
(And they killed the unicorn)
That memory is unpunctual and we must
Make money first before we can
Dare to give the kiss and hand.
Next, be cheerful, apt, alert
At seizing every chance to get
Unnamable goals that mark us the elect.

All affection and all love
Prove next: choose that which succeeds,
Learn skills by which to distinguish sheep,
The dashing from the fathomable
And shameful slack-wills from the steel-geared ones.
And he who languors in the cistern dark
Commutes his question to those insolent powers,
The skies and clouds, that tell him not
And whose escaping grandeur galls
The petty end for which he lives and hurts.