Sandberg
on This Campaign
on This Campaign
‘Tis
at once sunset and dawn
moonrise
and noon
dying
and birthing time
dry
leaves of autumn last
blossoms
of springtime
Twixt
distant poles
compromises -- interludes
impregnated by evasion, treachery
lucid language long
gone
Words
sucked of meaning
mock
new pogroms
to
be too soon wrought upon
historic anvils amid smoke, mist
a sodden fog of reckless slang
moorings,
old bonds broken
old
wine-skins burst, thongs
rent,
anchors hoisted as waves
Fling
beating foamy crests
‘gainst
palisades of adamant
