I have no need for this divide
I have no will for this partition
I say fall the gates
I say flow the reservoir
I say purge, and now
I glance across so much land so martyr-wept and mother-held
I look across such a slash of rain-rich wind falling over Chicago
Her ministries and her tenderness
Her garden parks and her many, many schools
Her princes
I say shatter the locks
Let the canal loose
Rush the plains
Make the delta live again
Bring the goddess back her token
Rush the plains
Submit
