Poets shouldn't vote.

“And sleep that night on the cold plains of a foreign land, forty-six men wrappe…”

“Ah, they said. Qué bueno. And after and for a long time to come he'd have reaso…”

“Lejos, en la llanura, en la noche sin orilla, podían ver como en un reflejo de …”

“We're like the Comanches was two hundred years ago. We don't know what's goin t…”