From Ira Maine’s work.  April 2013

Fear.

Will I,
When this the oldest war,
When dearth and damnation,
The failure of courage,
The endless floundering
Is done,

Will I,
Finally, raise a sword
And run,feet pounding the grass,
Exulting, a lunatic,
Possessed at last with certainty?

Ira Maine, April 2013