The gregarious
And mild-tempered never know
Each other by name:
Creatures who make friends are shy
And liable to anger.* * Unable to see
A neighbor to frown at,
Eutroplus beat his wife.
(after K. Lorenz)* A dead man
Who never caused others to die
Seldom rates a statue.* Small tyrants, threatened by big,
Sincerely believe
They love Liberty.* Tyrants may get killed,
But their hangmen usually
Die in their beds.* Patriots? Little boys
Obsessed by bigness,
Big pricks, big money, big bangs.* He praised his God
For the expertise
Of his torturer and his chef.* Reluctant at first
To break his sworn promise
Of Safe Conduct, afterConsulting his confessor,
In good spirits
He signed a death-warrant.* “Be godly,” he told his flock,
“Bloody and extreme
Like the Holy Ghost.”* After the massacre,
They pacified their conscience
By telling jokes.* When their Infidel
Paymaster fell in arrears,
The mercenaries
Recalled their unstained childhoods
In devout Christian homes.* With silver mines,
Recruiting grounds,
A general of real genius,He thought himself invulnerable:
In one battle
He lost all three.* The last king
Of a fallen dynasty
Is never well spoken of.* Intelligent, rich,
Humane, the young man dreamed of
Posthumous glory
As connoisseur and patron
Of Scholarship and the Arts.An age bent on war,
The ambitions of his king,
Decreed otherwise:
He was to be remembered
As a destroyer of towns.* Born to flirt and write light verses,
He died bravely
By the headsman’s axe.* Into the prosperous quiet
Between two wars
Came Anopheles.* The Queen fled, leaving
Books behind her
That shocked the pious usurper.* Assembling
With ceremonial pomp,
The Imperial DietCravely debated
Legislation
It had no power to reject.* Victorious over
The foreign tyrant,
The patriots retainedHis emergency
Police regulations,
Devised to suppress them.* In States unable
To alleviate Distress,
Discontent is hanged.*
In semi-literate countries
Demagogues pay
Court to teen-agers.
* To maintain a stud
Of polo ponies he now
Was too stout to ride,
He slapped taxes on windows,
Hearth-stones and door-steps and wives.* He walked like someone
Who’d never had to
Open a door for himself.* Aband ning his wives,
He fled with their jewels
And two hundred dogs.* Providentially
Right for once in his lifetime
(His reasons were wrong),
The old sod was permitted
To save civilization.* Who died in Nineteen-Sixty-Five
More worthy of honors
Than Lark, the cowWho gave to mankind
One hundred and fifteen thousand
Litres of milk?* When we do evil,
We and our victims
Are equally bewildered.* * The decent, probably,
Outnumber the swine,
But few can inheritThe genes, or procure
Both the money and time,
To join the civilized.
This Issue
February 3, 1966