1, Wichita, Kansas to Lincoln, Nebraska.
the biggest little town in Kansas,
Red sun setting flat planes west
streaked with gauzy veils.
Chimney mist spread around
Christmas tree bulb refineries.
signal towers bright plane lights.
Orange gas flares beneath pillows of smoke.
In advance of the cold waves,
snow was spreading eastward to
News broadcasts and old clarinets.
lighted on the flat plain.
Angry telephone calls to the
Police dumbfounded leaning
on their radio car hoods,
while po ets chant to Allah
in the roadhouse showboat.
Blue -eyed children dance an
O aged Walt, who came from Lawrence to Topeka to
envision iron interlaced upon the city plain,
telegraph wires strung from city to city,
O Melville, television bright
ening thy rills of Kansas lone.
I come, lone man from the void,
hypnotized by red taillights
on the straight space road ahead,
and a Methodist minister with
leaning over the table quoting
A million dollars in his bank.
Prajnaparamita Sut ra over coffee.
Vortex of telephone, radio, aircraft,
assembly frame, ammunition, petroleum,
streets illuminated by bright emptiness.