INFANTRY COLUMNS
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
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The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.
Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.
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Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
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And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
and eat and eat and eat.
They're coming, they're on us,
the long striped gourds, the silky
babies, the hairy adolescents,
the lumpy vast adults
like the trunks of green elephants.
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And I shall shake the clouds
As if it were
A fresh laundered shirt in the hands of old ma.
Strung up on clothes pins.
To catch the wind.
With nimble fingers and
Prayers to god.
I’ll catch em by their shoulders.
I'll wring out every last drop.
Till my feet are mired in mud.
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Blessed be the Lord God Almighty,
Who delivereth His generals from the snares of the enemy.
In their great fall, He forsook them not,
But upheld them with His hand and called them once more.
He is the Shepherd who leaves not His own,
The Watchman who allows no harm to overtake His chosen.
Blessed be His Word;
Wise are all His precepts.
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I wish I knew whether it was true if I said I’m wise beyond my years
All I know is that I’ve suffered, sometimes with and without tears
The times I couldn’t cry were the hardest
Because I couldn’t solve the pain despite going the farthest
The years keep mounting up and I’ve put notches with a knife on my soft wooden legs
I feel like there were many years that I strayed out of thought and didn’t know the stakes
But now I know and I do my best
I’m up to the task and I don’t sit down to rest
I’ll be awake to things that dull my spirit
I’ll be aware of my fear and how I fear it
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I look around for an exit, but the door leads me back to the beginning
In my mind sleep I realize that the Christians have come for me with their knives and claws
They taunt me and laugh at what I have become but they are winning
Why resort to name calling and jeering, why is there death looming
Why do I feel like I’m a morsel of food in Gods jaws
God hates what I do, I listen to the satanic racket and sing along
But I truly believe god would hate me despite any good I do
I would have to serve up my morals and my freedom to him and that’s just wrong
I do just fine by myself, only lesser men should serve the almighty strong
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God cries when he thinks of me
A good man gone wrong
Neglected and given no sympathy
I’ve had to make my own way
Given no grace and no leadership
I’ve had to say, come what may
Heaven, synonymous with
Heart in its becoming of
the New Human ~
perception, perceiver and perceived
when merging incubates an
anechoic reality________
all else incanting illusion
labyrinths of hopelessness
whether it includes jade palaces, tantric temples
peacocks and tigers or not
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