The Convent of the Guns|
University of Chicago Daily Maroon, 18 Oct 1828
By El Tigre
Old Soldiers' Drums, 1933, p11
By TenEyck Van Dusen [Deusen]
Leatherneck Magazine, Jul 1936, 198:2, p10
By TenEyck Van Deusen
Our clean curved mouths are cold and dead.
Our polished skin is marred.
Our tawny thighs are thick with dirt.
Dented, cut and scarred.
Our day is done.
Our open mouths blazed Death's caress
Our tongues with steel were tipped!
Ah! Bitter spinsters were we then
As we slashed and cut and ripped!
Our youth was filled with lovers
All laughing joyous boys
Who stroked our slim, proud beauty
Their latest, deadly toys-
Then clean and fresh and polished
We went forth with the dead,
The living, lovely, happy lads
Whose last touch dyed us red-
Then supplanted like all harlots
By the newer fresher one,
We turned to rest and quiet
As our kind have always done.
With a printed tag about our throats
To inform our lovers' sons
We're an Ordnance Exhibition-
The Convent of the Guns.
TenEyck Van Deusen