Poet's Last Stand

if you’ve ever studied sieges,
gentlemen, then the predicament
we find ourselves in should be very
translucent, but not the pretty

translucence memories may play
within internal theaters,
of, say, kaleidoscopic hues
viewed on a summery seashore.

But enough of the summery
seashore fantasy; and please this is
hardly an appropriate case
wherein we can succor a space

pod or cocoon in which we float
in solitude towards a star,
since belligerents encompass us.
We must fast find that funny bone.