I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a real unicorn, a wind-up plush dodo, a wax museum of the Movement. People want to push the buttons and see me glow.
Marge Piercy (b. 1936), U.S. poet, novelist, and political activist. "Three Weeks in a State of Loneliness," lines 22-23, 28-30 (1976).
On a "Visiting Poet" stint at the University of Kansas. Piercy had been a prominent activist in the movement opposing the United States' involvement in the Vietnam War and had written many political poems.