IN the newspaper officewho are the spooks?
Who wears the mythic coat invisible?
Who pussyfoots from desk to desk
with a speaking forefinger?
Who gumshoes amid the copy paper
with a whispering thumb?
Speak softlythe sacred cows may hear.
Speak easythe sacred cows must be fed.
Palladiums
written byCarl Sandburg
© Carl Sandburg