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Palladiums

by Carl Sandburg, 1918

In the newspaper office—who are the spooks?
 Who wears the mythic coat invisible?

 Who pussyfoots from desk to desk
               with a speaking forefinger?
 Who gumshoes amid the copy paper
               with a whispering thumb?

 Speak softly—the sacred cows may hear.
 Speak easy—the sacred cows must be fed.

Published in Cornhuskers
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