CAMERON THE YARD
DOG
(never to leave again)
The papyrus has a moving war that is never
put off by spite : regimented hands and fingers,
dolorous tales of warriors and sailors and saints.
Why divulge anything more? It is the hallmark of
fame to just stay in place. I bow down to no one,
but will offer respect. The flag that is carried flies
high; papal eagle, lance of the land, French fleurs
de lis, everything of that sort. And all those men,
generations of Portuguese fishermen, hauling their
catches with no effort at all. (Watch, watch this:
the faint blue of the ringing sky, high mountains
over top, a ridge of rock, the coastline hugging
the land, as if never wishing to leave again).
-
The phone can reach Gibralter, and sure enough
someone is calling there - that quickly, voices
overtake the line, and all that peace is gone.
Military men stand in line, guarding that now-so-
awkward rock. No man has a country, but this
country claims men; as if wishing,
never to leave again.
(never to leave again)
The papyrus has a moving war that is never
put off by spite : regimented hands and fingers,
dolorous tales of warriors and sailors and saints.
Why divulge anything more? It is the hallmark of
fame to just stay in place. I bow down to no one,
but will offer respect. The flag that is carried flies
high; papal eagle, lance of the land, French fleurs
de lis, everything of that sort. And all those men,
generations of Portuguese fishermen, hauling their
catches with no effort at all. (Watch, watch this:
the faint blue of the ringing sky, high mountains
over top, a ridge of rock, the coastline hugging
the land, as if never wishing to leave again).
-
The phone can reach Gibralter, and sure enough
someone is calling there - that quickly, voices
overtake the line, and all that peace is gone.
Military men stand in line, guarding that now-so-
awkward rock. No man has a country, but this
country claims men; as if wishing,
never to leave again.
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