…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
Achilles absent was Achilles still!