Poem: "Pacifism"
Pacifism Love is what brought me to this end, and love Was the end I wished. To break or to bend Were the choices given when I chose to stand. —Andréa Jarmai, “Tsuruhime: Greaves and Corselets” I am a poor soldier, love, always the last to find a way out of the jungle or breakfast and the first to fall asleep on the watch. I hated the uniform. Hard tack. Safety catch. Called upon to lead a fighting company, I stole behind a strapping Indian PC. Hardship made me selfish. I pretended not to see my turn to carry the wounded. No, I am not proud of my army record. The action never quite hit the word. Will I change? Will I stand and break for love? If there is anyone who can make me a man, a woman, faithfulness, you are he. But I am too much for peace. for Guy