Carl Sandburg





Lincoln

Beat against the wall, O shadows.
Gateways are called for.
Open the valley doors.
It is night and loons sit chattering.
It is night and hyenas rip the guts of babies.
It is night and the drinkers of blood are too many.
It is night and the yawling of jungle breeds goes on.
Beat against the wall, O shadows,
The backwashes of hurricanes rise, move on and call for
      their toll of the strangler’s meshes.
Open the gateways, the valley doors.
Sit with your hands the same as always.
Baboon face, keep on sitting still.
Muttering, mumbling baboon, sit still.
Singing baboon, it is such a low song you sing to yourself.
Yah-yah, loo-loo, it is such a low song beating against the
      wall, the shadows, praying for the gateway, the valley
      doors — yah-yah, loo-loo.
Sit with your hands the same as always.