I see men going into battle
in their flying colours
waving their apologetic goodbyes
their battles for fame
their battles for love
and their battles for territory
and I
pin little flags
on my map of invasions
here a country, there a temple
here a river, there a gorge
and long after the battle is done
I am called to sift through the ruins
as they tell me their stories of conquest
and surrender
I, like Harriet, watch the men go by.
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