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The poetry of pathos & delight

REMNANT OF HONOUR

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Remnant of Honour, brooding in the dark

Over your bitter cark,

Staring, as Rispah stared, astonied seven days

Upon the corpses of so many sons,

Who loved her once,

Dead in the dim and lion-haunted ways,

Who could have dreamt

That times should come like these!

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