Xx: Yours Watch-Lad
At this juncture
Of vehement condolences
At this juncture
Of false reproaches
The vendors did not venture a plea
Yet the gods are still waiting
In their uncertain shrine –
Dearest V.C. –
Some celebrate in it still
Some calibrate in it still
The forest mourns the logs;
Salute the ill-bands of vigilantes
Who daily shock the peace –
Thanks: yours roused & watch-lad!
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