Provocatio

To life’s campaigns
Heavy and brisk, that measure the soul
It weathers the skin
Batters out common notions of comfort
I,
I become stone, still to pass
The body remains not
Remembered in mere ash and details
Features recalled on parchment
Pray that my enemies not reduce the latter
to former, as well
If so,
I exist in deed alone
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