By Arthur Stilwell
Like stags, head hitting head,
The clouds battle with antlers of lightning,
And deep challenges of thunder.
Charges, glares and buglings falter;
The stags have fallen,
Their strength pants into stillness.
In the growing stormless light,
Perhaps someone wonders,
Must peace come only after war.
(Originally published in St. Joseph's Messenger, Jersey City, N.J.)