Global Warfare

          Global Warfare

Global Warfare

Day’s light battalions withdraw towards the West

  Surrendering each field and hill, reluctantly,

    Beneath the heavy-cavalry attacks which mark

      The front line of another battle in their war,

    (Which has no ending in recorded history),

  Against oppressive, ultimate obscurity.

Descending from the East, the hordes of night advance

  Dark phalanx upon phalanx dark. Retiring day

    Observes their progress through etiolated stars

      Blenching among the nebulous cimmerities

    Which occupy defenceless hills and vales with their

  Invading armies of pervasive nullity.

If I were not aware that, in dark’s dust, dawn’s vanguard-light

Closely pursued, then I would fear the onset of each night.