BULLSHIT AND HUSTLE (poem)

Bullshit and hustle Hustle and bullshit

In for a penny you're in for a pound

Open the gates of the city

And dig a hole to China

When the cold wind blows

Out on the plateau

Hang your lanterns

From the willow tree

And say a prayer to Saint Anthony

George Washington spied the striped bass

Leaping in the stream

Shimmying silver mirror flecks

In rainbow waterlight

Bullshit and hustle

Made it all briefly his

A man in a bowtie auction-barked

The acres and the possible futures

Lanterns swung in the wind

St. Peter stood waiting at the gates

Bullshit and hustle

Hustle and bullshit

From the Chesapeake Bay

To the shimmering West

For Morris Berman and Derrick Jensen