A Mad Fight Song for William S. Carpenter ,1966
Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legionen wieder
Quick on my feet in those Novembers of my loneliness,
I tossed a short pass,
Almost the instant I got the ball, right over the head
Of Barrel Terry before he knocked me cold.
When I woke, I found myself crying out
Latin conjugations, and the new snow falling
At the edge of a green field.
Lemoyne Crone had caught the pass, while I lay
Unconscious and raging
I Alone with the fire ghost of Catullus, the contemptuous
graces tossing
Garlands and hendecasyllabics over the head
Of Cornelius Nepos the mastodon,
The huge volume.
At the edges of Southeast Asia this afternoon
The quarterbacks and the lines are beginning to fall,
A spring snow,
And terrified young men
Quick on their feet
Lob one another's skulls across
Wings of strange birds that are burning
Themselves alive.
(Note. Carpenter, a West Pointer, called for his own troops
to be napalmed rather than have them surrender. General Westmoreland
called him "hero" and made him his aide, and President
Johnson awarded him a Silver Star for courage.)
~James Wright |
