let us have madness openly

"let us have madness openly,
o men of my generation.
let us follow
the footsteps of this slaughtered age:
see it trail across time's dim land
into the closed house of eternity
with the noise that dying has,
with the face that dead things wear--
nor ever say
we wanted more; we looked to find
an open door, an utter deed of love,
transforming day's evil darkness;
but we found extended hell and fog upon the earth,
and within the head
a rotting bog of lean huge graves."
/kenneth patchen

akron/family - raise the sparks