5398. REVELRY

REVELRY

Let this strike force remind you of the noise

of war, the sounds of battle, the scream of

blitzkrieg death. I have made many mistakes

 in my days and am not afraid to admit. What

you see now is but a remnant of what I should

have been  -  my promise is gone, and having lost

all that, I remain before you, humbled but here.

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There are too many things to seek, and to seek

out any more would bring me to nothing at all. I

have broiled my clock, and it now drips a hot oil.

'Give me the splendid, silent sun with all its beams

full-dazzling.' Those words can stay, all these many

years later, I still know them. Flustered and amazed,

I stare up at the trapeze wire on high, just waiting

for something or someone to fly by. Is it me now

given the onerous job of holding this net, with its

huge hole rent in the middle? There is no joy

in Mudville; mighty Casey has struck out?

The line of cars is broken, each and all.

The people are walking home.