The world's br not wanton br only wild and wavering br br I wanted to choose words that even you br would have to be changed by br br Take the word br of my pulse, loving and ordinary br Send out your signals, hoist br your dark scribbled flags br but take br my hand br br All wars are useless to the dead br br My hands are knotted in the rope br and I cannot sound the bell br br My hands are frozen to the switch br and I cannot throw it br br The foot is in the wheel br br When it's finished and we're lying br in a stubble of blistered flowers br eyes gaping, mouths staring br dusted with crushed arterial blues br br I'll have done nothing br even for you?br br Adrienne Richbr br