This short epithet on the current day is an expletive. In honor of the poet's welcomer to the world of Spirit, whose name means, "the Supreme Anger," it undertakes the not-very-laborious critique of late capitalism, and makes a statement of praise, and of a song of innocent power. As a second-rate song, the tears it spills are neither forged, nor not entirely counterfeit. Thank you for taking up your lines in the work of restoring the ordinary to a true statement of Justice, and the light to a usual everyday clarity. Jai! My sleeve is poor of your true eternal voice. Tears...