Epitaph on a Parcel of Prevaricators

These, at a time when the world looked doomed,

An era when soul self doubted,

Paused for a moment, then resumed

Selling life short, and went to bed.

Their dreams trumped the trough upended;

Sound the sleep of the loaded liar;

What fate conceded, these defended,

Renouncing proofs of Earth on fire.

Tip o' the kepi to A. E. Housman's “Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries”

Monday, August 18, 2025