Impeach George Bush

Scamandros grows weary of the slaughter

At some point
either you or i must choke
on the offal
you make of each other
and to what end?
a hundred ships
is too dear a price
for any face.
glory means nothing
if to enjoy it you must be dead.
pull away from my banks
tend to the youths wallowing in my waters
pull away to those shores
where your glory is wise old age.
shields are ideal for nut gathering.
reserve your swords for cheese.
let the mad Homers
fashion epic exploits for you.
in two thousand years
who will doubt
it was the truth?