tonight the blood flows
the cramping style of staining might
the bland attitude that creeps
from the hands of art
to the commercial world;
megacorporations, speeding their seed
through simplification reaching out
affecting work from wonder
and job from joy;
that collaboration might not
invade the habit, and creative effort
on the vine must feed of its own efforts;
tomorrow's juice
stained hand might have brought wine
and blood might have flown free
filling the heart to be heard
above the red rush in the head
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