Saturday, August 15, 2015


Dispense with anarchy, bring order in,
March with me to the military songs,
With crowds and mobs and terrifying throngs
Brought to a peaceful sigh from reckless din.
We have been burning, bathed in untamed sin,
But, thinking clearly now, those easy wrongs
Won us hard truths. Our loyalty belongs
To those who won it thus. They always win!

My eyes are blue, my liver yellow-green,
My heart ensconced among the newly mad,
My legs are marching: left right happy sad,
My neck is out, to meet the guillotine,
I am as wise as I have ever been,
And order rules those fruitless dreams I had.