You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!/
Brother!
— if we were rich
we’d hold our chests out
and hold our heads high!/
It is dreams that have destroyed us./
There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.
We sit together brooding
our fate./
Well —
all things turn bitter in the end
whether you choose the right or
the left way
and —
dreams are not a bad thing.
~ William Carlos Williams