So many breaches for glory 
and so many bricks of shame,

Even more is a refined silence
and extravagant indifference.

If you can get people to care
for what they want to care about,
that’s the easy part.  
                                  Witnessing 
                                  is another story, 

wars of books, disproportionate words.
I’d like to see how our premium soldiers 
engage in private before sounding off,

literature traveling quickly as field mice 
underneath a struggling plan. 

As for me, I like best when we’re civilians
catching bread needed to try another day,
no satisfied mysteries, no finished duties