«Limits and Renewals». 1932. 4. The Totem "The Tie" Ere the mother's milk had dried On my lips, the Brethren came-- Tore me from my nurse's side, And bestowed on me a name Infamously overtrue-- Such as "Bunny," "Stinker," "Podge";-- But, whatever I should do, Mine for ever in the Lodge. Then they taught with palm and toe-- Then I learned with yelps and tears-- All the Armoured Man should know Through his Seven Secret Years... Last, oppressing as oppressed, I was loosed to go my ways With a Totem on my breast Governing my nights and days-- Ancient and unbribeable, By the virtue of its Name-- Which, however oft I fell, Lashed me back into The Game. And the World, that never knew, Saw no more beneath my chin Than a patch of rainbow-hue, Mixed as Life and crude as Sin. |
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