Jamie moves over our
like a Sherman tank
       on the loose.

Whole mountains are flattened,
       a bed destroyed,
the floor battered to bits
by the perfect cannonball
of his uncomplaining head.

In the end, peace--
 the battlefield is silent.
 The tank is at the table,
                              for the next engagement.

November 1985

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