for the fallen hero,
for the uninhabited mountain from which he fell.
Weep, for he lies at the foot of the mountain
wizened to a dwarf with his spine curved
like the willow.
Weep, and pull the sword
from his bleached heart.
Let your black tears flow
till the sword corrodes with rust
and the soaring Eagle sky-writes PEACE
with the ashes of the war-stallion.
