“Few words are best.”
        Not here. Discretion has been abandoned in this part
        of the world too lately
        For it to be admired. Disgust for it is like the
Equinox—all things in

One. Disgust is
        No psychologist and has not opportunity to be a hypocrite.
        It says to the saw-toothed bayonet and to the cue
Of blood behind the sub-

Marine—to the
        Poisoned comb, to the Kaiser of Germany and to the
        intolerant gateman at the exit from the eastbound ex-
        press: “I hate
You less than you must hate

Yourselves: You have
        Accoutred me. ‘Without enemies one’s courage flags.’
        Your error has been timed
        To aid me, I am in debt to you for you have primed 
Me against subterfuge.”