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At the mess-tables the boys in training were brought to war:

the sound of crimson, hair long in the old way.

On their lips, the State.

Soldiers:

beget, loaned, assumed.

In their absence:

admirers claim brutality

better than deathless heroism.

Battle immortality:

die oneself,

continuing the life of Sparta.

Subordinates:

memories,

cowering in brave.

Michael Kindt

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