CHANGE

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Rivals make haste I hear. Give good
honest soldier. Come sit down awhile,
westward, beating one Peace —speak to it
with wonder, it would be spoken to
and will not answer fantasy.

Sensible and true, king to thyself,
ambitious on the ice twice— now jump
this dead martial watch. In my opinion,
our state toils the subject, the land,
brazen for implements of war—
whose sore tasks divide the laborer

the day. The whisper goes as you know
to combat, our known world as a sealed
compact, ratified by law, life, lands—
seized against inheritance. Now,
mettle hot and full in skirts, list lawless food,
enterprise, our state. Strong hands take it.

The main motive/ the source/ the chief head—
comes armed. The question of these wars
the mind’s eye in little graves the sheeted dead
as stars, trains of fire, disasters, the sun.
Influence stands sick. Eclipse—
fear, fates, omen. Earth, blast me!

The cock crows. Stay and speak. Don’t strike.
Stand. Tis’ here— We do wrong! Violence as air.
Malicious mockery started a guilty thing. Trumpet—
lofty, shrill-sounding. Sea or fire earth or air extravagant and erring—
confine this sent object. Wholesome-power, gracious-time,

walk our watch tonight, celebrate dawning all nightlong.
Needful Loves, our duty? Let’s do it— run every sense.