Culture is
A circular staircase rickety and thin,
Turning back upon itself; containing,
Scattered on its treads,
The mud and butt-ends of indifferent multitudes.
It is an edifice built with
Thumb-smashings, cursings,
Frenzy and broken heads
By a few, laboring in midst of
Others who stand aside and cry
Oh God! Save us!
It is the scarred passage left behind
By those who have passed upward to the
Cleansing stars.
