Ten Thousand Men

#Ten Thousand Men

  They clothed themselves in rainclouds –
  Wrapped their eyes in thunder
 
  And marched out into the sea
  In straight columns, a phalanx
 
  Birthed from last generation's sorrow
  And borne by the tides to our sorry shore.
 
  “Glory, glory,” said ten thousand men,
  “We are glory and beauty everlasting”  
 
  As they shove crabs in their raw mouths
  And toast each other’s victories
 
  With flagons of mud. One man removes
  A helmet painted red, the color of war,
 
  And rubs his temples, skipping a quarter
  From a denim pocket and into the jukebox.   
 
  “Glory, glory,” said the jukebox,
  “Peace is glory and love everlasting”
 
  But no one believed it.

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