They tell us the war might go for another decade.
        I'll be fifty then.
        By then we'll all be used
        To drinking only bottled water
        To consider in worshipful adoration

        I.

        I would go to war to defend my positions, he said.

        The room breaks out in laughter.

        It is a small room. There are no windows. A man
        Pulls on a leash.

        Sacrifices will have to be made, serious
        Belt tightening. You don't halve
        What it takes. Because what it takes,

        It keeps. The whole kit 'n caboodle.
        So there you are: minus your caboodle
        Where the arrow crowds the corner.

        Ist verboten here. I'm almost
        Late for a very important meeting: What
        Looked much like a steering column