i sing of Olaf glad and big br whose warmest heart recoiled at war: br a conscientious object-or br br his wellbelovéd colonel (trig br westpointer most succinctly bred) br took erring Olaf soon in hand; br but-though an host of overjoyed br noncoms (first knocking on the head br him) do through icy waters roll br that helplessness which others stroke br with brushes recently employed br anent this muddy toiletbowl, br while kindred intellects evoke br allegiance per blunt instruments- br Olaf (being to all intents br a corpse and wanting any rag br upon what God unto him gave) br responds, without getting annoyed br "I will not kiss your fucking flag" br br straightaway the silver bird looked grave br (departing hurriedly to shave) br br but-though all kinds of officers br (a yearning nation's blueeyed pride) br their passive prey did kick and curse br until for wear their clarion br voices and boots were much the worse, br and egged the firstclassprivates on br his rectum wickedly to tease br by means of skillfully applied br bayonets roasted hot with heat- br Olaf (upon what were once knees) br does almost ceaselessly repeat br "there is some shit I will not eat" br br our president,being of which br assertions duly notified br threw the yellowsonofabitch br into a dungeon,where he died br br Christ (of His mercy infinite) br i pray to see;and Olaf,too br br preponderatingly because br unless statistics lie he was br more brave than me:more blond than youbr br Edward Estlin Cummingsbr br