Soldiers must try hard.
They overrun one country
finding the frontier
a thousand miles further
still needs defending.
Such a profession –
soldiering.
And for the police
there’s always work.
Where does it go?
All the bootleather,
sweat, curses, orders,
the lists
of those to be shut of,
those who take and are taken,
watchers and watched.
They come to the same place:
the round cry
dragging everything into itself.