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Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the
	world—it is thin.
Moles are at work beneath us; they have tunneled the
	sub-soil
With separate chambers; which at an appointed knock
Could be as one, could intersect and interlock.  We walk
	on the skin
Of life.  No toil
Of rake or hoe, no lime, no phosphate, no rotation of
	crops, no irrigation of the land,
Will coax the limp and flattened grain to stand
On that bad day, or feed to strength the nibbled root's of
	our nation.
Ease has demoralized us, nearly so, we know
Nothing of the rigours of winter:  The house has a roof
	against—the car a top against—the snow.
All will be well, we say, it is  a bit, like the rising of the
	sun,
For our country to prosper; who can prevail against us?
No one.
The house has a roof; but the boards of its floor are
	rotting, and hall upon hall
The moles have built their palace beneath us, we have
	not far to fall.

Added: 6 Oct 2002 | Last Read: 21 Nov 2008 12:08 PM | Viewed: 2348 times

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