home Poem List next poem No Greater Expectation Now some would claim expectations exceed Encounter's performance as observed Rag tagging implementers now impede Fate's vehicles of force seem to have swerved Battle field definitions need more time 'Tis not clear whose future contests our own What's writ' may ramble and not always rhyme Until tempos increase in cry and moan Death must be allowed its casual entrance Arithmetic will quickly run its way Though first tethers to coffins of substance We must weave carely amidst disarray Small groups of infantry minded appear On horizons of death's savage cradle Mystiques of mission seem just a veneer For the ravaging choice of war's ladle Pouring lives like soup poured into hot sands Quickly seaping thru countless crevices Carved in their leathered skin by fated hands Parched by patient consumptive practices Organization's merged modular norms Misinterpreted as needing centers Forcing fashions waging war against forms Filtered thru minions fostered by splinters (c)ERA 06:58 AM 3/29/03