The Sword of Our Good
Unseen; unknowable
What's held in reserve
Til with helpful urgency
Hoisted to preserve
By this self's myth: angel;
Sentry; squiring knight.
Which role-forging is of
A gold-breasted might.
Unimagined moreover
To deem compatible
Ourselves for! Low and cheap!
Pluckless; unpolishable!
Til before each distress
Each in turn has swelled!
By which sword-play, tear-wiped
Sympathy's, dazzled.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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