GENERALS AND PRIVATES
in attempted answer to the perplexing question:
Is it generals who have stars or stars who have generals?
In point of fact, one readily affirms
That battle-tested generals have stars
Fixed fast upon their noble uniforms
For all to see — in churches, clubs, or bars.
Yes, usually pinned upon a shoulder
Is an array of astral decorations:
An honor fit for those who have been bolder
Than other citizens of our great nation.
But who has seen the star (celestial, argent,
Gracing the dark expanse with clearest light)
Who has a general by her side, or sergeant,
Or first lieutenant raring for a fight?
Wait … Do you mean the stars up in the sky,
Or stars on movie screens? They’re different creatures!
Hollywood’s icons in the public eye
Are usually not shy about their features,
Displaying what should properly be “private”
For “general” consumption by the crowd.
They don’t die of exposure; they survive it:
Immodest, brazen, underclad, and proud.
I’d urge celebrities: by all that’s sacred,
Keep private things out of the public light.
When intimacy ceases to be secret,
And turns commercial, it just isn’t right.
[A poem penned as participation in the poetry pastime parented, propagated, and perfected by Enbrethiliel.]