Welfare has armied numbers going on.
So quarrels dip boot-high, and fill with smoke,
and, too, fill with wandering.
Civility is cleaner and has reason on its side--
And the grave greens and the algae blues pollute
It. Look at this fleshing ebb, here,
Where the Allegheny slurps under a bridge.
Go unnoticed, returning almost,
The fun progressing in their heads.