In a word
all is slain,
made whole,
saintly
the gospel'd 
lain
plainly
in site 

millennia 
last only
so long

messiahs
and missiles
overhead

lancers
and sabrists and
light dragoons

we are not ready
for hand-to-face
and eye-to-heart
combat

immortally
newfound
scars...

I shy 
away

I shout
farewell
Balaclava

to begin the rage
against the going

cc: CC '23
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