ALL MY SONS
I have three
Fish on my mulberry tree,
Boys bred they say
As heirs to strife and
Marks for cannons not yet forged.
Only wonder clothes them now
And I wince to think on what will fell them.
Yet if men did not make sons
Worlds could not be lost
And lives in the bargain.
No lost lives and tragedy gone?
Think what void
Awaits the banishment of loss!
(9/2/68)