This is a variation on a translation from the Greek
of the poet Archilochus, Ar-CHIL-o-chus.
The first [? spear ?],, second poet after Homer.
"In times of peace and good government,
there is increase of fruits and ease.
The house spider tries to spin her web from the air raid
helmet with a gun in the closet.
But quits at the sound of the morning vacuum cleaner.
The sound father keeps his weapons clean but locked away.
The afternoon is broad.
The evening is for supper and nothing.
At night, the ex-sergeant can wake from honey
hearted sleep and turn to his own wife
in his own bed for a change.
For solace against fears of death by normal attrition.
At 6:00 AM there are no cops knocking.
His only problems beside the major ones of love, work,
and death are noisy children playing out in the street
before breakfast.
And against his rules, a joke occurs.
And their laughter starts, builds, and then
goes up like a prayer against the rules,
and for the time of peace and good government, in which it
happens.
They could have lit the used Christmas tree.
It goes up in fire but burns invisibly
in the clear morning air while roaring.
Then he goes to work again instead of war.
And the day stands as said."