my ceiling the sky, my carpet the grass,
my music the lowing of herds as they pass;
my books are the brooks, my sermons the stones,
my parson’s a wolf on a pulpit of bones.
— allen mccanless (cowboy poet), 1885
“Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and begin to slit throats”~H.L Mencken