by jd4george
There's a sense of... eh.. Beneath the wheel?.. here that allows me to imagine a line stretching off into forever, crushed men under stone blocks, or cannonballs.
Is this a religious poem, or a war poem, or both? I couldn't pin it down, much as I like it.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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