I think I'll end the recital with a combination love
poem and political poem.
"Love Poem"--
"If I were out of love and sequence
I would turn the end of love--
its death knife-like against myself--
to cut off my distinction and rejoin the commons, maimed.
But love is here.
So by that contact with the one, oh,
may I contact all self-alienated aliens in Atom City
and apply to join the one big union.
Workers of this world, unite!"
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]