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September, 2013
A Small Man Orders a War
Proud
carrier fleets roam the murmuring world
As
Hannibal’s elephants trod Italy –Grey monsters in search of an enemy
Not yet declared, but with hubris unfurled
In
decadence, ruled by smooth ganymedes,
Courtier-generals
in their airy carsWage resumes’ high above their wars –
So strong in single-malt, so weak in deeds
In
his softly-lit bunker the war-god smiles;
His
bony hand upon a plastic screenCommands strange engines, obscure and obscene,
To make a peace through smoking, ashy piles
But
empires in the end must die, atone
Their
sins, perhaps as trunkless legs of stone.
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