It goes to me to keep silent about it
That I smell of the foyer
Military trousers
Reddening on my legs

I watch for it, the invasion,
With the virgin wrath
Hardly from the stick
To white gloves of dogfaces

Bare or of obstinate exterior
Not to beat the Teuton
But like another menace
At the end its what I want

To cut short this stinging nettle
Crazy for the sympathy

11-30-08