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Conor, I find several enjoyable details here. I should have liked the boardroom link to be developed more. Best from Max in Melbourne On 13/08/10 9:35 AM, "Conor Adams" <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Hello everyone > > Having been lurking for a while, I thought I would introduce myself by > posting a poem. Feedback very welcome. > > For those who don't get the reference, Varus was a Roman general who lost > three legions of soldiers in a terrible slaughter in the Tuetoberg Forest > near the Rhine, in part because he was betrayed by the Romansied German > prince Arminius. > > All the best > > Conor > > > Varus in the Boardroom > > * * > > Those are holes that were his eyes; > > no light escapes that gravity. > > Who was he yesterday? He canšt recall > > what name it was, what knife, what hooves > > murdered through his sleep. > > > > Deep in the forest of his genes > > he hears the vicious hail shredding leaves, > > the crash of trees, the sodden tramp of men. > > His numb ears catch > > the first faint cries of slaughter. > > > > *Arminius, my friend.* He grasps the table, dizzy. > > The light here is fluorescent, impersonal. > > He blinks and stares: the faces are the same. > > In their dark radiance he knows > > he is already worse than human: > > axe-meat, alien, dead. --