won, the war that will not waver, will not wake the grace and favour of
Alexander's epileptic manoeuvres over the hills and finding false
too the words that burn with suns in a desert of godly sums that just
don't add up to two kings under one, bright new sky.
free the lesser and eat at the leaner table under which the lessons
live as long as they behave, if not they'll wish they did.