Consider the plight of subordinates, say, Reno,
which drags a bit behind Vegas, or Custer’s Rosebud-
crossing Reno, Lakota whipped and glory broke, a xeno-
phobe whose kingdom come was Sioux and Cheyenne flood.
He’s called a Queeg for having headed south
and leaving his General with troubles that converge
when reckless captains overcalculate their worth.
They’d rather have lamenting tabloids sing a dirge
on their behalf, so here’s a little snack for you, scout:
don’t let arrogance drive you up on bridge or bluff;
take a little time to sum up and make out
which routes pass for fortitude and those too tough
given the geometries we plot from positions
on high—fame’s runners-up sometimes are sages
provided they meet what they’ve met with contrition,
if only to cut and cash the future’s forgetful wages.
Copyright © 2015 Michael Morse
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.