Philistian Missive

They shared their wine in grief to hear The homage of the day One giant dead, all others cast in fear Their mischief moon gray Spun and weave each spite with venom For I the acme, and the languished sum. What glitter there are splinters that lure Earth's eyes to see a star And toxic fumes that broiled wraths pour To deepen love's jagged scar I fled them all in distate and gloom, bored With regret, the chaff meanders unadored. O look ye, the white sail that steeds the sky Quest the blue doldrums: stills, For golden fleece of gentle love to brim the eye And merged surrendered wills. Had I wanted less the Philistines should cease And choosing none the saber whittles its peace But I cannot wear what Achan stole, or keep The splinters glisten for light Those alone who fables sow must only reap The barren clouds of night The wine that shallow camaradrie makes, I spit Unbowed, strong, my voyage too stocked to quit.