Life was for him a far perspective Of high black columns Flanking, arching and encircling. From my giant attitude, In godlike mood, I laugh till space is filled With hellish merriment. Then you will grovel on the earth And your rabbit eyes Will fill with fragments of your shattered soul. In that way we may so progress that our ethical rage give us duly aesthetic sanction. This is the happy warrior, This he. He cried for help; Rifles were stretched to him; He clutched and they tugged, But slowly he sank.
Nathalie. Age: 29.
He never, even vaguely, tried to pierce The gloom about him, But was content to contemplate His finger-nails and wrinkled boots.
Madilyn. Age: 21.
History of the Navy SEALs: The naked warriors
But Malyon says this: "Old Ken's a wandering fool; If we come thro' Our souls will never settle in suburban hearths; We'll linger our remaining days Unsettled, haunted by the wrong that's done us; The best world; The rest will gradually subside, Unknown, In unknown lands. For a while chance was kind Save for inevitable Searing of the mind. But when the strings are broken.