So little said, implied, expressed;
such silence entombed in cameraderie:
a rock in the desert speaks more truth.
O father keep your silent soul alone
such maleness steeps the hunt
and blesses courage for the battle of
the day the week the year
The lesson that you taught me I shall teach:
to seal the wound, protect the heart,
and never, ever yield; yes I shall fight!
But that one time I thought
I saw your eye soften
whose weakness was that?
yours, whose eye it was?
or I who saw the eye?
did you teach me too well?
Of course I was mistaken
I have learned the lesson well
and shall resume my silence
and my guard.
