A Rant from the Pulpit My crazy aunt, a denigrated mind, I went to her house for mutton and tea She smiles, “I keep my windows dirty So that they cannot pretend to see Air, the birds who would dare suicide The Burial of the Hatchet Filthy windows for the sake of the birds Scraps on the floor for the sake of the dogs For the sake of the demons, filthy words A mud-floor life for the sake of the hogs.