ATTRITION
Ballyhooed castles are standard. They
lend the ambience a sample of how
the average bloke once may have done
whatever was necessary. The doors are
mighty edifices whose clango[u]rs divide
the evening and surround the dusk.
The walls thickly insist that men
are the brutality that inflicts
definite starkness. Surrounding each
great standard edifice are signs
of a moat. No moat may have been
there, but the landscape has much watery
sameness. Tired children may be in
every distance. The foreground reveals
a rather full array of depths and of breadths.
Enthusiastic onlookers often detect
sharp tangs of fury.