Today’s poem is one that, ironically enough, I found excerpted in the loading screen for a Tribes 2 level. This is a long poem, so it is that excerpt that I will be sharing. As usual when I excerpt something, you can click the citation line for the full version.
By the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead: