after Rimbaud
Lord, when the pastures all grow cold,
and hamlets comatose, therein
the cherubim do themselves in...
and as nature begins to mould
the mighty firmament is closed
to all but those capital crows.
Mad squadron of impassioned squawks,
the zephyrs come to storm HQ!
The jaundiced rivulets that you
patrol, the old cavalry walks,
from furrow, trench and cavity,
time to disband or mutiny!
By the thousand, in Gallic grounds,
where yesterdead get some shuteye,
in wintry revolutions fly;
force pedestrian turnarounds.
Our dulce et decorum est;
a black bird that knows murders best.
But, high and pious, in oak masts
and auspicious darkness arrayed,
swap chirruping chorales of May
for forest floors, and have a blast
at guarding lawns futile to flee,
futureless as defeat can be.
Lord, when the pastures all grow cold,
and hamlets comatose, therein
the cherubim do themselves in...
and as nature begins to mould
the mighty firmament is closed
to all but those capital crows.
Mad squadron of impassioned squawks,
the zephyrs come to storm HQ!
The jaundiced rivulets that you
patrol, the old cavalry walks,
from furrow, trench and cavity,
time to disband or mutiny!
By the thousand, in Gallic grounds,
where yesterdead get some shuteye,
in wintry revolutions fly;
force pedestrian turnarounds.
Our dulce et decorum est;
a black bird that knows murders best.
But, high and pious, in oak masts
and auspicious darkness arrayed,
swap chirruping chorales of May
for forest floors, and have a blast
at guarding lawns futile to flee,
futureless as defeat can be.