Two unrelated poems (Jim Krull)

Gather behind some Philosophers

            to defend yourself

If guilty is part of

            the metaphysical regimen

He had "moved to a level"

           (To among the best)

That is all that can be said

            of Earth's religion.

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            First Love Poem

I am sitting in the square

Of a great English leader and heir

To ruling, his globen arrow

Masses the continent's sorrow.

Here is my bird, my bush and faun

Having prayer near my lawn,

Red night oh quickly be done

So tomorrow soon will bring

The next beaten tone

Precisely you song (or whisp'ring).

                             (from "Old Poems")