Archaic Defenses
John G. Young, M.D.
He wore his defenses
like a suit of mail,
but he couldn't keep up.
He was bound to fail.
"I wanted to run
but weighed myself down.
He confronted old enemies
standing in place,
but time passed him by,
left him out of the race.
"I kept tripping myself up.
Can you bring me around?
For how could you run
that hundred yard dash
wearing such armor
and not fall on your... face.
"Or will you like the others
laugh at me down?"