Tag: history
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The Sea People
Flecks of pepper on foam Were their ships To the distant watchtower. Children bawling, Goats bleating amidst Their own dung, Could not be heard Over the waves. As they came on In their fractal thousands, There were mutters Among the garrison: Sun-glint on bronze Might be shovels Or hidden swords. In their aimlessness Might lie…
Thomas R. Keith Poetry 