Many people converge now
to vie for unseen others,
to abscond with our appro-
val, indeed with any hope.
I'm put in mind of purple
fingers we used to admire
as exculpation for unjust
war: when the persons el-
igible to pose as vessels
of our trust, arrive with
precious stains to verify
our capitulation, let 'em
cool their heels, and vol-
unteer their consolations.
Rest an arm across a knee,
yet another along a thigh,
and hear composure pene-
trate their giddiness.
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