Commencement

They laughed at one another as they threw their mortar boards aloft, and dared to kiss the girl goodbye, though she had spurned them in the dry years underneath the towers, Now boys no more, and war much brighter than their lust for adolescent loveliness, the bus and train will take them to a new domain where pleasure girls will lie for them, compressed in six short weekends hence, until possessed with skill to kill, men pack their gear to fly across the globe and die in puzzlement, identified, and boxed and neatly laid to rest beneath a cool and restless shade. ~