The cauldron scalds.

       Flesh is scarred. 

       Eyes shot.

 

       The street aswarm with 

       vipers and heavy armed bandits.

       There are bandages on the wounds

       but blood flows unabated. The bath-

       rooms are full. Oh stop up

                                                      the drains.

                              We are run over.

-- John Wieners, 'A Poem for Painters'