<> Hewitt002 A Little People John Hewitt Estate 1986 Linen Hall Library Wednesday, March 16, 2016 TIFF Hewitt002 Manuscript Nationhood, Language English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt002 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt002_0.jpg LHL Archive Those happier decades we were dominant, but now that mastery has flaked away those trades and crafts which fed us have grown scant; too many waken to a workless day. So some would pray our shrunken empire hold us closer to her flank beside the throne and others, rasher, summon us to fold our thin cloak round us close and stand alone. Among that other tribe a myth-crazed clan oathbound to serve their omen of nationhood, cower in their covens secretly to plan their future's chart in scrawls of tears and blood. Hence sorely challenged by their doubts and fears, our public men spin out and skein of words which lashing towards disaster's shores appears a storm of hissing snakes and croaking birds. From this fraught language – as sure consequence sparks fall like tinder on the gaping streets where baffled wits ignite to violence as frightened face its mirror image meets. A certain way to boost our enemies or cut the friendship off which friends we had; That ancient Greek philosopher was wise whom the gods would destroy they first make mad Text