All's quiet, except the silence; As at the fireplace I lean, Military slacks Redden against my shins. 5 The invasion I await With virgin courage Is that of the baton a-tilt, The soldier's white glove'-- Gilt or stripped 10 It waits to strike--not Teutons But some ancillary menace, Some acquiescence one desires. Beat back this wild nettle: Sympathy before battle. 15 Mallarme
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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