MUCH ADVICE ABOUT NOTHING.

Too much saccharine,
Too much lacquering,
Too much smoke below;
Too many healthy obstacles
To greet before we go.

Too many crosses,
Too many bosses,
Too many other preachers;
Too many fundamentalists
To clean us out and bleach us.

Too much design,
Too much malign,
Too many anoraks;
Too many absent engineers
To fill in all the cracks.

Too many people
To be agreeable,
Too much right of way;
Too much vacancy of mind
To compare night with day.

Too few bridges,
Too few images,
Too little imagination;
Too few saints prepared to jump
In service of the nation