John Dalbier
To die is to leave a lot,
To this type belong many lunatics,
And most of the great men of history.
You handle animals,
It’s a fact. It’s the truth.
War is a series of catastrophes,
And those who tell you otherwise are lying.
My payment is particularly cruel,
With worms that are thy chamber-maids;
I followed these changes too closely.
That’s not the way you would have wanted it to be,
A forest is more than “a few trees.”
Tis impossible for us to pretend sympathy,
In the study of Vedas, and in general,
And possibly increased claim on our resources for defence.
Recycled Poetry 