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The Ballad of Big Balls.

“For what Ausonius and Claudian, amid many futilities and falsities, did manage at their best to make an expressive instrument becomes in the hands of Sidonius a hopelessly clumsy and dull mechanism. Yet he clearly has an almost frantic enthusiasm for the worn devices of rhetoric, and the stereotypical literary activity in which he and his friends delighted was felt by them as a noble expression of the tradition in all its fullness.” –Song of a Falling World

Pavane.

   ricochets
my share grizzled
   amber lunge
in the left squares
   nothing moves
mountains of grief
   imago
geometry

   you look at
others' losses
   lapse inly
out of whiplash
   continue
the tarn daysail
   imago
geometry

   of course some
semblance will dwell
   this ruin
rat-populous
   poets too
will pullulate
   imago
geometry

   none of us
could narrate
   none of us
described anguish
   like the ones
in their war tents
   imago
geometry

   what is left
but lug hammering
   mask adjust
in the murk glare
   words erode
ridden by deaths
   imago
geometry

Smells like Team Spirit.