Modern War Drums
Congregated on a bone-white columned hill,
Wielding Thor’s great hammer, raging on at will,
Raining Odin’s thunder upon resounding blocks,
Indulging gilded beggars of fortune’s ticking clocks,
Deploying more and more to feed the desert gulls,
Fenrir’s pack forever howls, while bloody fangs indulge.
07/25/14
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