A Man Said To The

Every Sin Is The Result Of Collaboration.

If There Is A Witness To My Little Life,to My Tiny Throes And Struggles,he Sees A Fool;and It Is Not Fine For Gods To Menace Fools.

And It Was As If Fate Had Betrayed The Soldier. In Death It Exposed To His Enemies That Poverty Which In Life He Had Perhaps Concealed From His Friends.

Over The River A Golden Ray Of Sun Came Through The Hosts Of Leaden Rain Clouds.

Tell Her This And More,— That The King Of The Seas Weeps Too, Old, Helpless Man. The Bustling Fates Heap His Hands With Corpses Until He Stands Like A Child With Surplus Of Toys.