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IN VALHALLA (ALMOST)

In an anteroom
to the Halls
of Valhalla

the poets sit
drinking tea;
eating wafer biscuits

the sounds of joyous warfare
emanating from
deep within
occasionally driving them
to put pen
to parchment
write a poem

on some heroic theme
though this has not happened
for many
      a century

hard to glorify
cliuster bombs
and multi-barrelled
machine guns
psi ops
and assassinations

bullets from
silenced pistols
to the back of the head