[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
Survivor Poetry Contest
Bonus Round Challenge #4: May Day/Human Improvement