Independence Day 2011

Threes

I was a boy when I heard three red words

a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets

for: Liberty, Equality, Fraternity–I asked

why men die for words.

I was older; men with mustaches, sideburns,

lilacs, told me the high golden words are:

Mother, Home, and Heaven–other older men with

face decorations said: God, Duty, Immortality

–they sang these threes slow from deep lungs.

Years ticked off their say-so on the great clocks

of doom and damnation, soup, and nuts: meteors flashed

their say-so: and out of great Russia came three

dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die

for: Bread, Peace, Land.

And I met a marine of the U.S.A., a leatherneck with a girl on his knee

for a memory in ports circling the earth and he said: Tell me how to say

three things and I always get by–gimme a plate of ham and eggs–how

much–and–do you love me, kid?

Carl Sandburg  January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967

About David Mills

David is the Founder, Catalyst, and Co-creator of Workplace Hidden Opportunities. Workplace Hidden Opportunities is an information management Specialized Knowledge Platform™ (SKP™) focused exclusively on the workplace and corporate real estate. Together with the W100 a book by the same title is in progress.
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