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The War on Terror AD 493
(For Owain Ddantgwyn
our Owen of the white tooth
in battle a bear
Arth/Ursus/Arthursus/Arthur
to his family a comfort
to his kingdom
a worthy leader
warlike as the age demands)
so meet me at the forum
in old Viroconium city
that vacated shell we fitted
like a glove of mail
of might
of shade of light
those men of Rome left in a hurry
and tonight we can have our fill
from their amphora
so have a glass with me
a toast for declining empires
in the morning we will sharpen
our minds and our blade edges
ready for the latest wave of pagan invaders
to imprint the sand of our beaches
with such heavy footfall
and cruel design
we will meet them at the heights of Badon
and claim a hopeful victory
split wrong heads asunder
in a war that we will ultimately lose
and which will be forgotten
as those who will subjugate us
in turn will kneel in obedience
and kiss the ring of their oppressor
leaving us to be onlookers
in our own isle
sulky in our ale
liminal
in the far margins
the unforgiving terrain
where seed fails to shine
in the harshness of our tears’ rain
not knowing that scant numbers
of dreamers and word launchers
will meditate on our time
in their leaderless day
believing as we did
that they are near to the end of all time