Beleaguerment Poem by Hannington Mumo

A prudent choice I make to sometimes be mild.
Displaying a harmless mien like that of a child;
To stay quiet when unwholesome sights unfold,
Not to shout with kids, not to curse with the old.

Jaded dramas turning within usual logic...
These I'll with a despising eye anon shun.
My solemn attentions should roam beyond
Every sickening antic by commoners done.

Sometimes a hanging thread I'll not disturb.
That perpetually itchy tongue I'll toil to curb,
And not spill the carelessly concealed beans
Of vulpine titans with a taste for denim jeans.

Their imperfect shovel I'll not call a spade.
It will look like a huge spoon if seen at all;
Although these tools should remain unseen
Or miscalled, unexposed ahead of their goal.

It's far better to fall out with exactitude and live,
Than to get it right but such heavy ransoms give.