WAR
Having heard the Captain in
his anguish - 'Now stab and end
the creature, to the heft' - I no
longer can have his time : won't
share his moment nor listen to
his voice. This is not a cathedral
and he is not my pastor - nor am
I of his flock. Morning's minions
mingle not. Read the new Captain;
not read the silly priest. Over this
landscape roars the troubled beast.
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