I have longed to move away

 

I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
to florida or some warm place
And the old terrors' continual cry
pf liberals beaten on the F Train
more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
form liberal pieties
and excuses for the savages.
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.