GROTESQUE

by: William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)

      HE city has tits in rows.
      The country is in the main--male,
      It butts me with blunt stub-horns,
      Forces me to oppose it
      Or be trampled.
       
      The city is full of milk
      And lies still for the most part.
      These crack skulls
      And spill brains
      Against her stomach.

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