• ee cummings

    1. Okt. 2010, 11:03

    of all the blessings which to man

    kind progress doth impart

    one stands supreme i mean the an

    imal without a heart.

    Huge this collective pseudobeast

    (sans either pain or joy)

    does nothing except preexist

    its hoi in its polloi

    and if sometimes he's prodded forth

    to exercise her vote

    (or made by threats of something worth

    than death to change their coat

    -- which something as you'll never guess

    in fifty thousand years

    equals the quote and unquote loss

    of liberty my dears --

    or even is compelled to fight

    itself from tame to teem)

    still doth our hero contemplate

    in raptures of undream

    that strictly (and how) scienti

    fic land of supernod

    where freedom is compulsory

    and only man is god.

    Without a heart the animal

    is very very kind

    so kind it wouldn't like a soul

    and couldn't use a mind