i sing of Olaf glad and big by E.E. Cummings

His heart
was
warm
re-coiled at war
a conscientious objector

well-beloved
colonel
pointing west
he
never
erred
was
cleverly-over-joyously
unicornously
knocking
through
icy water rolling
helplesness
others stroking
brushing
toiletbowl
muddy
his intellect
still kindling
kindred
angelic
blunted instruments
could
never
turn Olaf corpse-less

All he wanted
was
a rag
no I won’t
kiss your fucking
flag

Straight-path
departure
silver-bird
despite-officers
he
is Olaf
not the clarion-call
of their
well-worn
boots
wickedness-nonsense
man-roasts
he
skillfully
applies
the following principality
shit not
to be eaten
I will keep my head
up even
if its only tile-ceiling

presidential-assertions
sob
dungeon thrown in
he
dies Olaf
I pray for thee
sorry you had
to be a victim
of our
static-tragic
reality

you who is so brave
saying no to warfare
voice heard
in
the afterlife