There are lots of Sayings they’re wearing in
lots strides in Longer men’s shoes than mine
Those Constructed within shadows of prejudice
not for the sun loungers now Forging ahead
In a World of pride Almost Lost on its head
in winter solstice.
From Tea loans to inflated egos that forgot
They had Already Surveyed the God Made
That and ran for miles from that hum
Heard in green hangers on camouflaged plains.
the bare bones of war poetry the avoidance Of ward
filled with the rounded heads of the robes to rags
Of a ill fitting room.
floored and now hemmed on all four sides
by the past some chose to ignore that
catch up with by night light.