Matt Potter 4 p.m., Sept. 21
- Carl Sandburg
Ready to Kill
A poem by Carl Sandburg
- Ten minutes now I have been looking at this.
- I have gone by here before and wondered about it.
- This is a bronze memorial of a famous general
- Riding horseback with a flag and a sword and a revolver on him.
- I want to smash the whole thing into a pile of junk to be hauled away to the
- crap yard.
- I put it straight to you,
- After the farmer, the miner, the shop man, the factory hand, the fireman
- and the teamster,
- Have all been remembered with bronze memorials,
- Shaping them on the job of getting all of us
- Something to eat and something to wear,
- When they stack a few silhouettes
- Against the sky
- Here in the park,
- And show the real huskies that are doing the work of the world, and
- feeding people instead of butchering them,
- Then maybe I will stand here
- And look easy at this general of the army holding a flag in the air,
- And riding like hell on horseback
- Ready to kill anybody that gets in his way,
- Ready to run the red blood and slush the bowels of men all over
- the sweet new grass of the prairie.