Back then I had a personality
Much too big for me. I'd look
From a window then race
To look from another pretending
I was fully staffed and garrisoned.
Years later I read Beau Geste
In which two men pretend
They are a small besieged army,
Propping up corpses on battlements
Crawling about to take shots
From here, there, some other there.
Making things worse, the two of them
Hate each other. I shook my head
Really, wouldn't a smaller fortress
Have been more practical?
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