epic poetry

have you seen walking through the village
have you not heard
let us express our baser passions
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
wheel me down by the meadow
now that i have cooled to you
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
we were not many
as a naked man i go
in may
thou unrelenting past
musing, between the sunset and the dark
some of the hurts you have cured