Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.