“Scream in despair over Meat and Metal Microphone”

“Eat Meat and your a beast”

“Trees scream and drop bright leaves”

“Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm”

“I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”

“now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air”

“Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.”