They say smoke from Beowulf's pyre
rose heavenward in wispy trails
emanating from dying embers
of a noble funeral fire
Today's warrior is zipped in plastic
and packed in wooden box
for shipment via United
plaque marks spot
There's the difference, you see!
We forget and move on ASAP!
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