America

by Alfred Kreymborg

Up and down he goes With terrible, reckless strides, Flaunting great lamps With joyous swings— One to the East And one to the West— And flaunting two words In a thunderous call That thrills the hearts of all enemies: All, One; All, One; All, One; All, One! Beware that queer, wild, wonderful boy And his playground—don’t go near! All, One; All, One; All, One; All, One; Up and down he goes.

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