Fatigue Makes Heroes Of Us All

                                                           Fatigue Makes Heroes Of Us All



the telephone is fate
it calls me up
too late for
give-ness
though through the careful voice, without a trace of what fights on
despite a thousand
dead words or so,
she thought was hers
is mine, I hear, ef-
fuse a reveille to
herald her
valor
oblique, slide sunken
and as it were
dour