the space appearing between is and ought
is where we live and where our lives unfold
we do not give this the least moment's thought
where once large armies massed and fought
there's nothing left but stones of a sheepfold
the space appearing between is and ought
the masterpiece the wise old farrier wrought
to show his skill and stave of growing old
we do not give this the least moment's thought
the gifts and sacrifices once were brought
to gods forgotten their shrines dead and cold
the space appearing between is and ought
then there were times that would-be hero sought
to find the chance to show that they were bold
we do not give this the least moment's thought
all in the end we know are trapped and caught
in history's net they all have bought and sold
the space appearing between is and ought
we do not give this the least moment's thought
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
30 January 2007
ignorant armies
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