Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Muttered Creed

By William Stafford

Never again for any glorious thing
     Stand in unison,
     Or repeat after a leader
     Or wear an award.
Always plead guilty.
Always say "Maybe."
Always expect everything -
     But land running, and headed for cover.
Always own a burrow somewhere.
Always know the line behind  which no retreat.
Have the speech ready.
Spring all the answers.
Retire to the mountains.
Barricade the canyon.
Loose the carrier pigeons.
Call out friendliness.
Knock on wood.
Offer to hew wood, carry water.
Greet the enemy.
Fall facing homeward
     And calling out clearly:
"Forgive!"


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