Summer 1958 • Vol. XX No. 3 Poetry |

The Wedding of Venus and Mars

Ancient and illicit is the match Between the deities of love and war, But only wings like Mercury's can catch The exploits of this soldier and his whore, And only old lame Vulcan knows the snare To trap them in a field where all is fair. Just as when war comes with its drunkenness, Banner and barracks, maneuvers, and spare time, Its gunshot brings the bar, the loose caress, The camp follower and the amorous crime, The soldier scouting, his unfaithful wife, And everywhere a stray romance is rife, So when, tossing on my bed, I yield To thoughts of you, and tender is my state, Immediately there is the plume and shield, The pretentious cannon booming love is hate, Bayonet and bomb, maneuvers sunk In the mud, and I am often drunk. And just as Mercury, quicker than wind, Informed her husband, fire, whose shrewd wile Was with a net to show how they had sinned Before the assembled gods, so just one smile From you, and burning, crippled, I to everyone Display the two exposed, con

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