Bishop

I watched him stand
By the Military Band
With scroll in hand,
And with syrupy tongue
Sing songs long sung
Of "heroes young"
(who by some mischance
made excellent dung
for the farmers of France)
Of "re-arming fast,"
And "things that last,"
And "all the glories of the past."

For such as he that stand and vent
The old men's fetid sacrament,
For such as he, and none exempt
The virulence of my contempt.

—J.D.F.