Men made war
Until those fought
Were smothered,
Then paid for more
Upon the shores
Of others;
Helot of death
And its process
Of vesture,
Until the breath
Of loss arrested
Lustre.
Passed closeted
And those widespread
Completely;
The fastest dead
And those festered
Discretely.
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