Why chase fear when

war not got me

speed not sped me

through air not felled nor failed nor reserved

and fell not out of banking blackhawks

sand-speeding sans headlights

not even got me scared

nor live rounds in near sounds

nor slideways down arroyos

nor pins, nor spoons nor starclusters in hand

and grenades in lesser antilles got me not

this fruitless search for death

amid knife-fights, gun-fights

and spies won’t have me in sandy climes

so why chase fear?

when it’s been so terribly near

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