Italian sonnet (working title)

if conflict must be, we must be conflict.

Disdain truth through trial in ev’ry wise,

imagined aspect and unspoken prise.

Redundant the bored–decree and constrict

uncouth and ruthless, their affect afflicts,

established assembly in transparent guise–

united they win, divided we rise,

and surely such mire hides this edict.

Wood stripping the outgrowth redirect war?

and scatter the clan accustomed to dark.

Revealing the path to peace without door?

a bridge over bog–from timbre of bark.

whistling silenced, supplanted by horn. . .

a reveille call, unbard and unstarred.