Hush. Listen.
Hidden within each
new pulse of breath
exists the next
line to a
memorized prayer.
You cannot simply
quit; there are
no words
to mince here.
You are not
a volunteer
army;
this is sheer
conscription.
Every day, every instant,
it's the same old
device—
a grizzled drill sergeant
shrieking
repetitious numbers;
his mission:
keep the pace of your life
the same at all times
without any regard
whatever
for its direction.
