We are what we were at birth, and each trait has remained in conformity with earth's and with heaven's logic… — Marianne Moore

We Call Them the Brave

who likely were reluctant to be brave.

What of it? We call them brave

perhaps? Yes; what if the time should come

when no one will fight for anything

and there's nothing of worth to save.

Maine should be pleased that its animal

is not a waverer, and rather

than fight, lets the primed quill fall.

Shallow oppressor, intruder,

insister, you have found a resister.