Monday, July 25, 2011

3211. THE MARKHAM BROTHER

THE MARKHAM BROTHER
He is a distant lad - far off, a continent away -
and always willing, it would seem to take his
part in action. He holds the hammer by its head,
and pounds. He looks askance at whatever
resembles a fantasy line, a story without
compunction, an ending where no logic
intrudes. 'I abhor things I can see right
through,' he says. So, as that may be, I
simply let it go; too tired to fight, and made
jagged by the rough-and-tumble, I meekly
roll away and let matters go wherever
they may go - for (if I may say),
it's really all the same to me.

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