Off goes Robert
Mute and metallic
Posed on an outsized horse
The Kingdom of Hell
He sought to defend
Remains grey smoke
Lee like the star of the poem
Paradise Lost
Doubly routed
Doubly cast out, thinks
To himself
“… then, in the grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living death? Oh, thought
Horrid, if true!”
True, Robert, true
You’re truck-driven off
To further oblivion
Like scrap metal and dumped
All you fought to defend
Rots with you
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