They seek not recognition,
only abolition...

They wear Armani suits, walk in Gucci shoes, hand...
Chauffeur driven limousines action like spies...

A blue sky, cold and minty
scarred with fading wisps of jet fuel...

Turf cutters lonely they are not,
toiling in solitariness with endless rhythm...

In the hamlet, Harrow on the Hill,
Resided lumber-jack, Bill...

Begins as an apprentice gifted with enthusiam...
Each line carefully etched on his face by the true...

Spirited youth unbroken cultured on ringcraft of...
Rising to greet the elements. Praying infinitely...

Swan's preening,
Plafully turning and cleaning...

Crawl before you walk
little ones...