narrow lids

Peter Fruchter, Aug 24, 1995

good aft. beautiful. here's my latest... and my love.



When you said my love is clumsy
your lips a sneer and snide
why the fear, the narrowed eyelids
that mine lifted with my pride?

When you spurned my admiration
as failure, demented, ill,
why the fear, the narrowed eyelids
in the light of my good will?

When you sing to me your glories
with voice of ghosts a breath of frost
I strain to hear the march of progress
in moaning kingdoms of the lost.

When you spit and claim my nation
is a useless fool's parade
why the fear, the narrowed eyelids
that I mention your charade?

Of course the people of my nation
however far, however near
know the staccato of your footsteps
the marching drum, the pinioned spear.

To the conquest you march rabid
while morbid into flame;
in charnel columns, in ovens rank
you march just the same

To drum beat glory
or to barking shame;
we do not distinguish
With those of you that stumble
you march just the same.
with those of you that groan
with those that walk from the column
we shall make our home.

You say you hear no nation march
no drum - one stride
why the fear, the narrowed eyelids
that mine spark and blaze with pride?
To drum beat glory
or to barking shame;
we do not distinguish
you march just the same.

Peter Fruchter


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