OF ANTS & MEN


Spunky blind soldiers in black
battalions make a grab for the field

& hold it against all yield
for one pale minute! Then give it back.

In a broader sense: Men, as naked
in their Intent (though with a more fitting clock,
imperative Past, closer Future, tighter Present,

much narrower Moment) then: take it--!

"Forgive us, Lord," all living hands hold
(broad eternity by a stalk

much slimmer than their lives are old,
much frailer than the march they broke).