Let us have madness openly. <br />O men Of my generation. <br />Let us follow <br />The footsteps of this slaughtered age: <br />See it trail across Time's dim land <br />Into the closed house of eternity <br />With the noise that dying has, <br />With the face that dead things wear-- <br />nor ever say <br />We wanted more; we looked to find <br />An open door, an utter deed of love, <br />Transforming day's evil darkness; <br />but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth, <br />and within the head <br />A rotting bog of lean huge graves.<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-us-have-madness/
