Classic Poem

Take it from me my One-Way brother — frere
Semblable! (to link up with Baudelaire)
That " pectus est quod facit" us , in sum,
Your Front, what makes you , makes " theologum":
Your God's forever there under your nose,
His attributes are counted on your toes!
And what's the odds if now and then you feel
A bit mechanical and not quite " real"?
It's of no consequence. You can't go wrong
If you take to heart my present ONE-WAY SONG —
Commit it to memory — at least read out loud
And memorize a goodish snatch, to shout
As you advance, looking neither to left nor right —
Never behind, nor too much to one side.
As a marching-song for One-ways it's ne plus
Ultra. Nothing can touch its martial fuss.