Antique Monsters
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Barry Middleton
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so many there are, the armies, the wars
gray haired charioteers of autumn
old men pray the Pax Romana will fail
as the youth pray for peace
antique monsters are at home and abroad
the lust for slaves, the boot on the neck
so the poets should be weeping
but they are filled with the anger of tears
so warm hands should be joined
but the cold eyes turn away in distrust
and so it is time for peace to wonder
was hope only a metaphor for dreaming?
yet there is no victory in death, in war
no victory at Actium for Augustus
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