As soon as you’re born they make you feel small

Verse—you are more than a Hero who makes

so many Samples for what to Love, filled
with the beauties of rhyme that is broken
and by its delicate nerve-endings, spins
a true marriage of Consent and Union
retroactively cited by William
Butler Yeats et Al that the Good Lack All
Confidence. Oh but we have it in Antique
Kerchiefs all cultivated with Time, well…
It’s Eternal. This You versus Me found
a niche in the Pocket of poem Long
ago scribed. Propaganda leaflets dropped
down from the Sky, a Flock of Envelopes.