A fearsome battle looms
Early on this Martius Ide,
as Rhedam growls her callous breath,
a loud and stormy lion’s roar
that rips our throats, our eyes, our sense,
throughout these lengthened brittle days.
Sharp diamond eyes,
direct her icy phalanx down,
to break yet another bent and battered foe,
whom though defeated, stricken, lain
on harsh scrubbed sodden grass,
is neighbour to the newborn lamb.
© Graham Sherwood
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