They look forward with whole joy to the day when the entire country is paved
& every square cubit & parsec thereof graded & covered in a seamless seal of concrete
that will outlast the fortified roads of Rome
& every single man woman & child shall live in a box by God
the way D. H. Thoreau in his poem Walden said he thought they should
all the work will
then be done by
remote
control
machines
& human people do nothing but enjoy such of their superior faculties as music appreciation & Understanding Poetry
like this poem of them & America
the very poem they are
the great American national historical automatic personal poem without irony or paradox or ambiguity
& the state
will wither away