Sunday, October 01, 2006
Peacetime Army,Korea
A piece of lint drifts
onto the mirror
polish of
your boot
and it’s worse
than Iwo Jima or Verdun!
At any rate,no longer fear-
ful of death,we take up chess,
playing through the night by
hissing Coleman lantern. Some
send for literature,and in our
Sergeants’ Club (corner of
a filthy tent) beery arguments
arise over triple greats
like Paul Morphy. So,no,
ephebe,we aren’t the rubes
of your college desire.
A piece of lint drifts
onto the mirror
polish of
your boot
and it’s worse
than Iwo Jima or Verdun!
At any rate,no longer fear-
ful of death,we take up chess,
playing through the night by
hissing Coleman lantern. Some
send for literature,and in our
Sergeants’ Club (corner of
a filthy tent) beery arguments
arise over triple greats
like Paul Morphy. So,no,
ephebe,we aren’t the rubes
of your college desire.
