Berrien would never notice it on the shelf;
Berrien would never bring it. A good wife,
But scornful of the comforts. A good woman,
Who never guessed the outrage he had done her.
New Year’s Eve, and Dora. He remembered—
And set his jaw, missing the pipe stem there.
He pulled at a slack strand of the barbed wire,
And snagged himself—here, in the palm of his hand.
A little blood came which he wiped away.
He did miss that tobacco. And he did,