Ray W. Sarlin
POETRY FOR ENGINEERS
Rules are there for me to find, wafting close on clouds of time
Wars spring poets from the grime, spinning sonnets spewing rhyme
Shouldn’t my war have its ration, despite our mocking generation?
Why indeed I scream and shout, as America’s loyalties twist about
First we’re good in freedom’s fight, then we’re bad as might makes right
Now we’re good again they say, only our war was rotten every way.
But it’s our war we went to fight, life on the line both day and night
Why ever cannot people see, it’s that bad war that molded me
Made me who I am today, some good, some bad, some either way.
So here I search for rules of rhyme to make some sense of that bad time
To bridge the gap from then to now and span the years I’ve lost somehow
Why hold a bridge and rules so dear, alas, I’m less poet than engineer.
©Copyright May 30, 2002 by Ray W. Sarlin