army of sorrow

Dev2.0. (via Bobby Beeman on Fb)

And what account should i render
Of these glad-misspent hours?
Of cereal boxes torn
Because they would not open
Moving crabwise through utter dark
From time to time i made notes
I saw from afar great things break
And smaller things closer up
I am little readier to explain
I did not make use
Of the friends i found
Or the fugitive beauties
I was a hard-working slacker
Only when the time came
For vehemence
Of verbal excoriation
Did i seem to wake
Look around & find wanting
This not yet shattered earth

Stalin returns to Prague.