In being nothing but,
It is the kindest cut:
No spear-thrust to adore;
No leper’s shown-off sore.
Upon the student cheek
It thinly does not speak,
Except perhaps to say
A suture is display
Also, and youth an itch
Not for a touch but stitch.
Fraternity and scar
Entirely what you are,
Ex-fencer, is it rash
To tell you that a gash
May well re-open, blood
Wash out its brotherhood?
Back-stab their late touché,
Foe, seconds, self betray.
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