Nov 132013
All's quiet, except the silence;
As at the fireplace I lean,
Military slacks
Redden against my shins.

The invasion I await
With virgin courage
Is that of the baton a-tilt,
The soldier's white glove--

Gilt or stripped
It waits to strike--not Teutons
But some ancillary menace,
Some acquiescence one desires.

Beat back this wild nettle:
Sympathy before battle.


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