Palladiums
IN the newspaper office—who are the spooks?
Who wears the mythic coat invisible?
Who pussyfoots from desk to desk
with a speaking forefinger?
Who gumshoes amid the copy paper
with a whispering thumb?
Speak softly—the sacred cows may hear.
Speak easy—the sacred cows must be fed.
Cornhuskers. 1918.
