My Sweet Old Etcetera

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting

for, my sister
isabel created hundreds
(and hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilage and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et cetera

(dreaming, et cetera, of
Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)