He Shall Rule
On the northern
Prairies.
With thousand[s] [of]
Other victims
We slept and
Ate outdoors,
The Pole five
Miles north.
Before daybreak
A blaring out
To wake the dead.
Charging down,
Marauding.
Cataloging the Detritus of my Life
The emotional
Relationship between
Man and man
Is great and
Important.
A mercy, slowly
Put together.
Made at risk,
So consider[ed].
Then realized
That every
Choice
Was [a] miss,
A casualty [to]
Other work.
Too late now.
[He] thinks well
Of you.
He does? Surprised.
What did he say?
Smile; high praise!
Praise?
You like [him]?
[Maybe]…
Apologies for not updating the poem recently. Though, I have to say I think these posts are my least read. I don’t think anyone has ever commented on them (besides Patty, thank you Patty!) I’m determined to get through all 263 pages of the book. Regardless of how long that takes. Trying to make even nonsensical space poetry out of some pages is a difficult task! Especially the ones where Heinlein drones on about neo dogs, or space ship design, or tactics…
I’m glad now that this page took so long to get to now. It’s not the greatest memorialization of the Supreme Court’s ruling on marraige, or Pride. But, then I’m not the greatest poet working with the greatest source! #Lovewins