+ The Hordes
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There were too many hordes.
I saw men despair and sit down on their helmets.
The hordes kept coming across the field.
Some men threw spears,
But most sat in groups and laughed.
The men knew something the hordes did not:
That it is futile to advance,
That advancement requires perseverance
And perseverance faith.
But I couldn't tell if the hordes had faith;
Actually it seemed as though
They were driven by a single burning eye.
The eye had plenty of faith, its kind of faith,
Was sucking up faith from every little beast
And using it to drive the hordes
Across a now corpse-strewn field.
The men ate sandwiches from plastic bags
And shook their heads in disbelief.
One of them thought about his heart
And what it meant to him
As he was crushed under dirty boots.
Reinforcements came from the North
And bifurcated the hordes' ranks
With reckless ease; only a few horses fell.
It was like night and day, how one force sat
And ate sandwiches while the other came
Galloping in from the North and won.
I watched from the audience
And did not know what I should learn from this.
I did not know what all of it meant.
One force of men seemed tired
While the other seemed lethal.
Soon the hordes deployed huge elephants
But the reinforcements dispatched them
To a clumsy doom. I watched
All this and didn't know if, perhaps,
I should root for the beautiful animals
And their brainwashed riders
Or for the flashy men and elves who,
As if by tricks of light, upended them.
The elephants swept their tusks across the troops
And tried their best to win the day
But in the end they lost their lives.
I'd rooted for men before; they'd let me down.
This time I rooted for the elephants who,
Although they lost their small-brained lives,
Persevered and gave me hope.