Law presupposes goodwill.
Without love, law is without force.
A city on a hill
Without love, law is without force.
A city on a hill
can’t abide without the
trilling
of birds and the neighing of horses—
goodwill
of birds and the neighing of horses—
goodwill
sung so as to twang
the chords of our better
instincts; or City-On-The-Hill
the chords of our better
instincts; or City-On-The-Hill
built on the chattering
bones of the north
wind’s children—wills
bones of the north
wind’s children—wills
of evil men who’ll kill,
first love, then law in due course—
our fair city on a hill
site for a rock drill—first love, then law in due course—
our fair city on a hill
whited sepulchre,
said Conrad—law sans goodwill,
graves spilled
