Such fair dread did come my way,
On the eve of that other day,
When all lost and losing found their steps,
Hands tied; holding wrathful grapes,
And came to me with a rhyming plea,
Hollow like the warm depths of sea.
I said to them as I say to you,
‘ I hold no land held by secrets new,
All I have and all I dare,
Is to be simply still and do not care,
For I have come to an untenable pass,
A foe I desire to not surpass,
To which I cannot hold a light,
Against which my piety says nay to fight,
As I no longer need reasons to fail;
None is needed, thus all is well.’
They too as you, then turned their back,
As you they too, do something lack,
The truth about that ever happening might,
Which burns the day, which blinds the night.
THE HUMAN ANVIL 