Hey you! Settle them with cigarettes Or with fabulous lassoes cast high corral The jittery arpeggios of choristers, A most disorderly sorority, drunk On song and wit as their hale hosannas Divot the friendly sky. The time for uncounted choirs of praise Zagging the azures in brightened blaze Is over. Call the kiddies to their vittles. Settle down around the plain broad board. Line the bench with fat behinds, and tuck The checkered napkins tight To quell the singers' appetites. Sit still like an emanation of content, At the end of singing, at the end of day. Let blue silk robes fall stately to stiff feet. Let there be, at last, a last reality, Without suggestion. A cold bean soup. Let leaden lentils lard the golden guts.