A Pastoral

Dreaming men speak not the monsters, but sing in halting sheathed prose.
Rhymes and songs too tired and worn to hide the truth they must enclose
From the sight of babes in woods who learn this shit just soon enough
To catch the blade a-swinging by, but not in time to call their bluff.

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