Poetry in the Margin
It has been a full hand and then some
The drama that has ensued between then and now
Has played out without me
I am ambivalent for the moment
I have done what I can do
It is a saying of old Thassan salts
"The beatings continue until morale improves"
And they do, continue that is
For more than morale, however
For a positive outlook is simply not enough
For impropriety then, recalcitrance when
In the face of confrontation, station
Was conveniently put aside
Pride is a false hope, a tenuous refuge
Like dignity, no sound shelter
For those that surrender the right
The drama that has ensued between then and now
Has played out without me
I am ambivalent for the moment
I have done what I can do
It is a saying of old Thassan salts
"The beatings continue until morale improves"
And they do, continue that is
For more than morale, however
For a positive outlook is simply not enough
For impropriety then, recalcitrance when
In the face of confrontation, station
Was conveniently put aside
Pride is a false hope, a tenuous refuge
Like dignity, no sound shelter
For those that surrender the right
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