Marked

Some stubborn aim, your drivel obscures,
Yet unsmothered in your fecklessness,
Hits bulls-eye.

Some plummet, simulating fish or treasure-lid,
Holds course in deep-sea currents^___
Strikes bottom.

Some obstinacy pounds behind your brain,
Stammering, is sure of yes and no,
Where cocksure hem and haw.

With grim unreason I know Destiny will
^___Tongue in cheek, winking at God^___
Foreclose on you.

^__Margaret E. Haughawout.

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
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(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)