Watchmen

**This poem has been revised with the addition of the quatrain **

What were watchmen doing deeper in the night,
All the milk was gone, the cats now slipped between,
Steeled men of hard battle who never lived to fight.

Bold boys who imagined victory by morning light,
Awakened in hell, having been run-through clean,
What were watchmen doing deeper in the night.

Mothers so enamored by their sense of right,
Failed in questioning these who blasphemed,
Steeled men of hard battle who never lived to fight.

Is there darker sin than one of ignorant might,
Which offers up a city’s walls in hidden proffering,
What watchmen must have done deeper in the night.

Too late we find the paradox hiding in plain sight,
Pound the plows to blades and forsake the Queen,
For whom steeled men of hard battle never lived to fight.

And then we make our armies and wager them for right,
While borrowing in secret and mortgaging unseen,
We find what watchmen must have done deeper in the night,
So that steeled men of hard battle never lived to fight.

 

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