rolling hills envelope many graves
my king, the eternal idiot.
i don the armour of the almostbrave,
send my orisons to the other place
where there are regrets gigantic.
i join the regemental throng while
blackbirds cry sirens in our wake
alarming my king, the eternal idiot.
my fears are large and onerous,
heavy with ghostly implications
because there are regrets gigantic.
the air is thick with belligerent madness
meanwhile my countrymen are falling
our king, the eternal idiot.
and if our gorgeous god allows
no one arrives alive, or victorious
when there are regrets gigantic
and our king is the eternal idiot.
