For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
..I do love Hemingway..
He tried to spit out the truth
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency
I thought I'd take my coffee black
To balance out the memories
But as I drank I still went back
My coffee tasting just as sweet