We must be slow and delicate; return
the policeman’s stare with some esteem,
remember this is not a shadow play
of doves and geese but this is now
the time to write it down, record the words-
I mean we should have left some pride
of youth and not forget the destiny of men
who say goodbye to the wives and homes
they’ve read about at breakfast in a restaurant:
“My love.”-without regret or bitterness
obtain the measure of the stride we make,
the latest song has chosen a theme of love
delivering us from all evil-destroy. . . ?
why no. . . this too is fanciful. . . funny how
hard it is to be slow and delicate in this,
this thing of framing words to mark this grave
I mean nothing short of blood in every street
on earth can fitly voice the loss of these.
(Kenneth Patchen)
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