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PARTISAN RiE VI EW
THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Each fox his burrow
Each ordinary man
His cubicle or creche;
But I, so made, so saved,
Patched, buttressed by the sleight of hand of science
Can't help see with the fresh
X-ray eyes of pain an eroded future,
Where I shall be put out to grass,
Solus. The door latched
To the world,
No more anonymous as a vest-
But as a meteor, March-ides-fateful; watched
By covert eyes
I tear, tear
At the adhesive flesh of time;
Only the bony past, skeleton bare,
Is kind. Is each man's sacrifice mighty against evil
Or only that which dooms its citadel?
BARBARA
HowEs
DON'T LOOK NOW BUT MARY IS EVERYBODY
Mary, long by Boss's kisses bored,
Quit desk and stole His yacht and jumped aboard.
Her lamb took she, for gentler were his kisses.
Compass and pistol took she in her purse.
Away sailed she to eat new freedom up.
And her helped ocean and grew calm and snored.
But sent His typhoons Boss; therein no bliss is.
Then knew she-by four signs--whose jig was up :
Her buoyed the life-preserver down, not up;
True was the pistol's aim, but
in
reverse;
The compass pointed only toward abysses;
The little lamb nipped Mary's thighs and roared.
PETER VIERECK
