Farewell to ChivalryThis careworn, would-be knight in shining
Armor needs to understand that, first,
His glory days are done. He cannot mount
His trusty steed without a stool or a boost.
He cannot move in swiftly toward those
Who challenge him. He cannot dart or
Spin away from crippling blows, nor can
He blithely lick his wounds, and chirp
That he's okay; and, second, he should
Realize that his beloved has no need
For men of any age or state of wellness
To look out for her. She's been a ballerina.
She is lithe and strong, and no one's fool.
Should darklings blow up out of shadows,
Waving swords and snarling, it seems
More likely that she'll leap ahead of her
Disabled lover than it is that he will find
The means to rescue her.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-09-08 at 01:10
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