War is Kind & Other Lines/The Wayfarer


 * The wayfarer,


 * Perceiving the pathway to truth,


 * Was struck with astonishment.


 * It was thickly grown with weeds.


 * "Ha," he said,


 * "I see that none has passed here


 * In a long time."


 * Later he saw that each weed


 * Was a singular knife.


 * "Well," he mumbled at last,


 * "Doubtless there are other roads."