Not sure how many folks here appreciate poetry, but here's a fairly good one. To cut to the chase, behold the last stanza. Wish some folks were of such a mind in the prelude to this insane, completely nuts, War in Iraq. (Yes, we gotta win the thing now, but we never had to fight it in the first place. Saddam was a no-fly-zone-boxed-in doddering old man dictator, of no threat to the United States, eating Doritos and writing romance novels and dying his beard.)


To the Congress of the United States, Entering Its Third Century

because reverence has never been america's thing,
this verse in your honor will not begin "o thou."
but the great respect our country has to give
may you all continue to deserve, and have.

* * *
here at the fulcrum of us all,
the feather of truth against the soul
is weighed, and had better be found to balance
lest our enterprise collapse in silence.

for here the million varying wills
get melted down, get hammered out
until the movie's reduced to stills
that tell us what the law's about.

conflict's endemic in the mind:
your job's to hear it in the wind
and compass it in opposites,
and bring the antagonists by your wits

to being one, and that the law
thenceforth, until you change your minds
against and with the shifting winds
that this and that way blow the straw.

so it's a republic, as Franklin said,
if you can keep it; and we did
thus far, and hope to keep our quarrel
funny and just. though with this moral:—

praise without end for the go-ahead zeal
of whoever it was invented the wheel;
but never a word for the poor soul's sake
that thought ahead, and invented the brake.

26 ii 89