Jan 14
At Lafayette, we stood and marched in
formation on the Quad, carrying
M-1 rifles, wearing olive-drab
woolen jackets and trousers, spit-shined shoes,
cotton khaki shirts, bright brass medallions,
and visored army caps.
John Pearl stood
beside me, mouthing off, his collar loose,
his tie askew, bellowing, “YES SIR!”
so everyone would know what he thought
of the army.
Now I stand in Minyan,
also ten, instead of [...]