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The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
Shone round him o’er the dead.

“Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses

pry open the red world.

A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.”

Anne Carson | “The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide”