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Martial DiptychIBy stock-still flags on the hottest day Recorded,He delivered a rousing speech to about six Hundred.At the end of his speech the caps would be hurled Skyward.The sky was the blue of the blue sky on a Postcard.AdvertisementThere it all is in a black-and-white shot in the Paper,Depicting the memorable scene at his alma Mater.The sky is the grey it would turn and, in capitals Under:PRESIDENT RALLIES THE TROOPS FOR THE WAR ON THUNDER.IIPRESIDENT RALLIES THE TROOPS FOR THE WAR ON WATERI see in my scrapbook. I used to be a Reporter.The bleachers were pegged to the sand, and about six HundredWere waiting to hurl their caps, and nobody WonderedWhere was the ocean gone. The highest RecordedTemperature rose and twelve hundred hands ApplaudedEverything. I looked at the sharp HorizonThrough twirling and falling caps and I saw it Whiten.--Glyn Maxwell
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Martial Diptych
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By stock-still flags on the hottest day
Recorded,
He delivered a rousing speech to about six
Hundred.
At the end of his speech the caps would be hurled
Skyward.
The sky was the blue of the blue sky on a
Postcard.
Advertisement
There it all is in a black-and-white shot in the
Paper,
Depicting the memorable scene at his alma
Mater.
The sky is the grey it would turn and, in capitals
Under:
PRESIDENT RALLIES THE TROOPS FOR THE WAR
ON THUNDER.
II
PRESIDENT RALLIES THE TROOPS FOR THE WAR
ON WATER
I see in my scrapbook. I used to be a
Reporter.
The bleachers were pegged to the sand, and about six
Hundred
Were waiting to hurl their caps, and nobody
Wondered
Where was the ocean gone. The highest
Recorded
Temperature rose and twelve hundred hands
Applauded
Everything. I looked at the sharp
Horizon
Through twirling and falling caps and I saw it
Whiten.
--Glyn Maxwell