Those only who were bored as Ulysses
Ever came home. The remnant soldiering on
Dwelt on the pet names round their hated seas,

Spent their last leaves fixing last thoughts upon
Empty landing grounds of memory
(The public read of occupations gone):

Ceasing then as pilots and infantry
Created incidents on cafe floors.
Missions went every week with plans to see

Local celebrities behind closed doors.
Were flattered by the madam’s grin and stayed;
New sentimentalists procured new wars.