I Have Spartans! ! ! Poem by carlos Ac libera

Homer and Tolstoy,
have in common,
a virile love of war and
a virile horror of it,
even to a civilian testify,
not least in the way
those soldiers die …

The agony of death-throes,
the cries of pain,
from those soldiers
too wounded
quickening our pace
to pass through the belt
of this nauseating miasma

‘Water... Water...'
a groaned voice sounds
… near of the youngs fighters
and all the army, destroyer
of their lives,

His armour is forged by
Hephaestus;
even his chariot-team
consists of an immortal …
Look at the endless miles
…those lies …
a boundary stone -
of myths

carlos Ac libera