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.
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