Friday, December 14, 2012
Least Stage
“Oh Rensselaer!
You’re so polytechnic!”
Thus was I defamed
among his lesser turns.
I wanted him killed off in
The Great War, but our frame
proved skirmish only,
where many were chosen
but few called
to any duty save
money grubbing.
Necessary always though
hardly the stuff
of Romantic Legend.
We died,
and that’s always a moment,
but I’d be hard
put delineating others.
Labels: regret, romantic, Wall Street
