Bullweavels
More menacing than a swarm of killer beesThey eat like locusts, without fear of death
They munch and crunch and crawl throughout
Whatever grainfield is nearby to desolation
So hunt, hunt, hunt, the bullweavels to their grave
Bullweavels
More menacing than a swarm of killer beesPoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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