Romans Poem by robert dickerson

Romans



pallisade the hilltops
their lancetips
shear
the pure sunbeams
shatter
upon their greaves
their casques
image the slowly mov-
ing cloud, their eyes
burning like blue rubies
advance
at command
to the music of harness
stirrup
and
chinstrap.

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