by Josephine Miles
God how we gallop, the youth of the land,
Every shoulder Atlas atlastic,
Sleuthing slowly and of sudden hurray, enthus-
lastic.
Gropers to grow for tension of toe
Patristic,
Natal brittle mental metal and fatal-
Istic.
With stile, smile, and piano there is possibly
A picnic,
But definitely youth muscle and what you may call it, and
definitely tech-
Nic.
Last updated February 11, 2023