 | The Cavalier daily Wednesday, December 1, 1971 |  |
My Lai
Let the "trip-trap" of snares
beat sullenly 'gainst dry drum skins
in time to the tramp of human hooves
in time to the guns' crackling death
in time to the midnight shrieking children.
Call out your legions of Hell
float them over seas' bloody swell
march them over earth pocked with shell.
Then with your great broom
sweep this face clean of life,
gutting the world with your knife
—Lewis Sanford Smoler
beat sullenly 'gainst dry drum skins
in time to the tramp of human hooves
in time to the guns' crackling death
in time to the midnight shrieking children.
Call out your legions of Hell
float them over seas' bloody swell
march them over earth pocked with shell.
Then with your great broom
sweep this face clean of life,
gutting the world with your knife
(This is the first in a series of poems which The Cavalier
Daily has received permission to print from Lewis Smoler's
collection, Pieces of Ourselves, to be published next
spring.
—Ed.)
| The Cavalier daily Wednesday, December 1, 1971 | |