I Am A Soldier, Convinced

If I Were Fierce, And Bald, And Short Of Breath,i'd Live With Scarlet Majors At The Base,and Speed Glum Heroes Up The Line Of Death.

Who's This—alone With Stone And Sky? It's Only My Old Dog And I— It's Only Him; It's Only Me; Alone With Stone And Grass And Tree. What Share We Most—we Two Together? Smells, And Awareness Of The Weather. What Is It Makes Us More Than Dust? My Trust In Him; In Me His Trust.

In Me The Tiger Sniffs The Rose.

Soldiers Are Citizens Of Death's Grey Land, Drawing No Dividend From Time's Tomorrows.

The Visionless Officialized Fatuitythat Once Kept Europe Safe For Perpetuity.