Conscientious Objector

I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he clinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up.

Though he flick my shoulders with his whip,
I will not tell him which way the fox ran.
With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where
the black boy hides in the swamp.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;
I am not on his pay-roll.

I will not tell him the whereabout of my friends
nor of my enemies either.
Though he promise me much,
I will not map him the route to any man's door.
Am I a spy in the land of the living,
that I should deliver men to Death?
Brother, the password and the plans of our city
are safe with me; never through me Shall you be overcome.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (4)

Such a fascination...............the mesmerising dreams all the way through the rigid journey of our minds.Beautiful piece Jithu.
Wonderfully written insight into the workings of the unknown. The restless nights of a (possibly) psychic tele (pathic) operator are neatly described and the poem has a very good flow to it...dark, smooth & philosophical... that suits the topic just fine! Keep it up & continue writing!
A good write here! nice choice of words too. thanks for sharing.
dreams, I said no really you have brought a good write......and bid reality adieu.... a true write..........