Not far from where I live, at the end of a short blind alley, under a fire escape, is written, apparently ineradicably, by some great graffitist of the 70's, "Dragons killed the Kennedys." And that, for me, pretty much says it. There is deep truth in it. What was J. Edgar Hoover if not an Obscene Beast? What are obscure, black-budgeted, para-military "security agencies" if not Dragons? And now


Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field
Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tended plants, etc.