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Morgan Augustus Miller
Form Six
The Browning School
Silent Virility
Rural liquor quarrels,
Shambling under sheering showers,
Shrewdly thumping in the slush,
Battering crudely shunted flowers,
Nor the cheeky chiseled crystals
That belabor spurious splendor
Make the man out of the body
Oh, so brute, yet, oh, so tender.
The beast best boasts its bone,
Piercing, slashing, blasting, killing,
For bearing it alone
Strikes the true Divine unwilling.
But our horns are but whispers
Whipping, washing us away,
And our mind is but the Essence,
Keeping bears and bulls at bay.
May wisdom be our whetstone,
As the truth comes to a tip,
If not, belief is blunted,
Bringing Being to a rip.
Humble be thy horns,
Making hollow of thy core.
Ample conscience hones the piercing
Ever louder than before.
