"Indeed, I can see no reason, but the most deceitful one, for calling the religion of this land Christianity."
These specific linen alterations
They don't stain less--
The hum of starch mercy can't assuage the havoc of their ceremonial uses.
Applauding the love of every gregarious grasp, clasp untorn,
These which we seek to protect can neither be created
Nor re-cherished in familiar uniform.
Imagine you, young solider, not so much as less of the hem.
So much as more of what is so faithfully and foolishly worn.