New Harmony


[W]e had enacted the French revolution over again
with despairing hearts instead of corpses as a result…
—Josiah Warren, resident of New Harmony, Indiana

A squarish, stolid town
with upright walls, built tall,
knit well by men of good intent

who bore bluff, communal bricks.
But property ends all.
Inharmonious, we fell

into the old routines—of religion
and the fine whimsy of God,
of fat, satisfied sloth.

The vision failed
because even on the highest ground, swamps
eventually prevail.

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