Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Custom of War

Custom halters its unbridled colt,
sets its precedence, and moves on.

To live within custom is to accept
the whip, the tack, the livery

of time-honored form. Temperament
be hanged at judgment's call.

If gold we seek, the fire must burn,
and we must don the colors of praise.

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