Saturday, November 5, 2016

Civil War: the sequel



By milk and money, gluttony we have made
The Hero and so much more ground to cover
to fight for
By now this calcified, meaning mummified idealism
hollows in its armoured vest-ments
The Wars never end, unjustly change coordinates



Artwork By Cobb, Darius, 1834-1919 (artist); L. Prang & Co. (publisher) (Flickr: Civil War trompe l'oeil) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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