By Frank De Canio.
Now eight blanched sentinels stand guard
above receding barricades,
while thinning ranks are fighting hard
at reinforcing rear brigades
in light of still retreating lines.
But it’s complete futility
to try eradicating signs
which prove the inutility
of using even foreign aid
to bolster a collapsed defense.
And caught up in the windswept raid
of strands whose cover isn’t dense
enough to dodge a hostile hand,
they quicken for their final stand.
FRANK DE CANIO was born & bred in New Jersey, works in New York. loves music of all kinds, from Bach to Dory Previn, Amy Beach to Amy Winehouse, World Music, Latin, opera. Shakespeare is his consolation, writing his hobby. He likes Dylan Thomas, Keats, Wallace Stevens, Frost , Ginsburg, and Sylvia Plath as poets.