ON THE WAR IN THE EAST.
(By a Western Wonderer.)
All in the East seems so dawdling and queer!
Bogus engagements, and battles pour rire,
Militant meetings—where nobody meets—
Ghostly armies and phantom fleets;
"Terrible slaughter"—with never a blow,
Corpse-choked rivers that maps do not show;
Wild contradiction and vagueness extreme,
Faith, it all reads like some Flowery Land dream,
Arabian-nightish, and opium-bred,
Japanese-spookish, delirium-fed,
Wild, willow-patternish; sort of a "War"
Johnny might paint on a blue ginger-jar.
Wonder how long such a queer war will wag on?
No one can tell—when 'tis Dragon v. Dragon!