Caught up in a metaphorical swoon
by the oversoul in his head
War is on its last legs, he said.
The question is only How Soon.
Swayed by the cradling springs of his bed-
rock trust in the final perfec-
tibility of man, he elec-
ted Nature and found Her good.
This week a hunter sighting his gun
on a flock of ducks at that sacramental
hour when waterfowl season opens
said pulling the trigger is transcendental.