for more years
(or, elegy for obsolete stamps)
we faced our selves a circumstance
to which we duly circumstood
signs of strongness notwithstanding
stood around a barrel branding
disbelievers discommanding
nation’s given birthright bared
(no treading on the golden haired)
we tested time and greater good
and found the fathers sawing wood
as reddened by bombsbursting glare
we know now that it takes us where
Drafted Dec. 2020, revised Jan. 2021. Copyright 2020-2021.
