I met a liberal from an illegitimate land

Who said—"Two vast and trunkless tiger-legs of paper

Stand in between me and realty… Near me, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered fascist lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Sunk slowly, deeper, inextricably under, despair’d!

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare incrementalism

The comradely and level red hands stretch far away."